My Cat Poem
My cat wants my timenot my money.
My hand is her baby
her master
her lover and
her mother.
She has to have my touch.
She must feel that we are
lying around together
my cat and I.
My cat and I
we touch and she drapes
her leg over my hand
and her tail touches
lifts
touches.
My finger touches
lifts
touches.
She licks my finger.
We are cats together
lying in a blissful pile
of cats.
my cat poem david michael jackson April 24, 2012
The last poem was The Silicon Master Poem. The next poem is Stepping Stones Poem
