A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

opportunisticat

I love how kitty 
who is not allowed upstairs 
to the loft, gathers herself
innocently in the vicinity
as if aimlessly milling, then
when you go to crack open
the closet-like door, revealing
the almost elfin staircase, she 
starts ducking and bobbing 
her head around, hunching 
shoulders, tensing four legs 
for the bolt between two 

'til 
shoosh 
slip-click 

too late, kitty. 
You tried. Don't 
lie, you were 
totally trying. 

Sorry 

those eyes, though. 
Predatorially curious 
orbs in fur angelface. 

Exiled down here, but 
still bobbing and weaving 
cerebrally for the shot 
upstairs.  

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