This blog may need some comic relief. So, here is a poem by me that started out as a parody of Emily Dickinson, but when this proved too hard to do, ended up as a straight cat poem:

There is a corner in my room
where cat prefers to pee-
and then he yawns and walks away,
leaving the mess to me.
And as a wipe I contemplate
the nature of this act;
Was this a form of vengeance or
simply a lack of tact?
But then I look into his eyes
and in his whiskered face-
I gather up my soap and cloth
and sigh and rest my case.