I consider my cat
And where she is sat

A rumble of purr

Midst a jumble of fur

A comfortable heap

                     On the fringes of sleep

Her furry frame curled

At peace with the world.

What is there to see

When my cat surveys me

Through lashes now closing?

Content to be dozing

In my favorite chair

She knows I’ll be there

Approaching the end

Cat, wife, or friend.

RAJ (  www.storyteller.co.nz  )  January 2003