My furs are not
in storage.
Or draped
across my bed.
They are
standing at the backdoor
Waiting to be
fed.
One is fat, The
other fuzzy
They watch the
birds and bugs so
buzzy.
OK, food is
coming
The cans are
hard to open
Fingernails
break making less than ten,
The meow
insisting I hurry with my task
OK OK all you had to do was politely ask.
JANE NEALE
