Good afternoon, everyone!
When I recently asked Elvira why she hadn't written a poem or song since August (I'm Sure There is a Cockroach) and only 2 since Crissymouse Season 2012, she only sighed and looked over at Nikita's urn before going off to take a nap.
As readers know I often have this urge to leap past Daddy Kiril when he opens the front door and dash down the hall to look around.
A few weeks ago this inspired me to try to write a poem exploring this urge and keep it secret from Elvira and Daddy Kiril.
At last I am ready to share it.
I hope that, when she reads it, Elvira likes it and feels inspired to take up poetry again. I hope Daddy likes it and I hope you, dear reader, do as well.
DENIED A poem by Sneakers the Texian Tuxedo
How often have I done this before,
Sit hopefully by the front door?
What am I so patiently waiting for,
Quietly, without meow or roar,
Thinking of the adventure in store?
My human awoke and fed me at last,
Cleaning my litter box of all it amassed.
Out in the yard birds chatter and fly about,
Big and small, some happy, some pissed,
They gossip and bitch of that and this.
As I wait Daddy answers the phone,
Ignoring me as I suppress a groan.
I don’t want to go out alone;
With him it would be a fun walk abroad,
But it’s no again, cutting to the bone.
So off to window watch I go with a nod.