Cattails in my Coffee
by Sharon Brown
- While calmly sipping coffee of a morn,
- And contemplating on why I was born,
- I watch the cat climb softly to my lap
- To primp and preen, then settle down to nap.
- As he begins to wash his whiskery face
- He will not keep his wandering tail in place.
- And while it's waving wildly in the air
- I try to track it down-it's never there.
- It wiggles to the left as I reach right
- And rebounds again in rhythmic delight.
- I resume my reaching as it rises up,
- Then comes down to coil in my coffee cup.
- The tabby turns translucent eyes on me
- As if to tell me, "There! now do you see?
- If not for you my tail would still be dry.
- Why can't you humans be as calm as I?"
- And cleaning caffeine off his copious fur,
- He curls into a ball, begins to purr.
- A call upon his dreams he plans to keep,
- So he proceeds to promptly fall asleep.
- Sharon Brown, a deceased cousin of Stuart Johnson, wrote this in 1975