Robert Kollman
Dies Mei Cat
Our morning starts early, way before light,
Smothering our owner who sleeps through the night.
As one of us plunges from the chair to the bed,
The other one pounces on our owner’s head.
With a prize in my mouth from the depths of the house,
I wake up my owner by bringing him a mouse.
Much fatigued from our napping all day in our bed,
We rest while our owner brings home the bread.
The cat laser’s out now, it’s time to play,
Devil’s eyes roaming, best time of the day.
Dizzy and knock-kneed in circles we go,
Why can’t we catch it? We’ll never know!
The laser is gone now, heads whirling and sore,
Incurable desire drives us for more.
The sound of the snack bag brings us from afar,
Ecstasy we’re in, like a drunk in a bar.
Too many snacks in the course of one day,
Cause froth-corrupted hairballs on the carpet to lay.