The Swanning Cat

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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?


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

Notwithstanding whisker-wipes and such

Great. He’s a swanning


Action must be

Taken if I’m ever to get any sleep


Sally Odgers

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