A Cat in My Lap
I know I have a lot to do,
So many things – see them through.
There are clothes to clean, grass to mow,
Cookies to bake, seeds to sow.
But I really can’t do all these things in a snap.
Because, you see, there’s a cat in my lap.
He stretches and rolls and gives me a wink,
From his sleepy gold eyes – just a small blink.
I smooth his long tail and tickle his tummy,
He yawns and purrs to tell me that’s yummy.
The telephone rings. The paper boy taps.
No move do I make. There’s a cat in my lap.
Bright sunlight dances across the floor,
To warm my small friend just a bit more.
A happy prisoner am I in my chair –
Some moments of peace – not a care.
I think I’ll take a little nap,
With this soft, furry ball, a cat in my lap.
~ Karen Boxell ~
Photo by Barbara Doty
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