The Swanning Cat

I call him the swanning cat

Cos he swans around, in and then stares at the door

Always on the wrong side

Lost in contemplation

Lingering on the brink

He’s a ginger pain

Itching to keep me awake

Most certainly knows my bedtime

Teases me by implication

Has to go out…just for a pee

Eager to return

Swanning back in

When I yell for him

After waiting awake for far too long

Now, I ask you, is that nice?

No!

In and out and forth and back, and mew and stare at the door

Notwithstanding whisker-wipes and such

Great. He’s a swanning

Cat

Action must be

Taken if I’m ever to get any sleep

Sally Odgers