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

