I must have overslept
or perhaps stayed up all night.
Either way I have forgotten
what I meant to write.
I could tell you lies
or I could just go back to sleep
and let the words stay
in my own head to keep.
I must have lost track
of all time and day
but such trivial things
just get in a cat’s way.
So back to sleep I head
and dreaming I will do
since mice and z’s don’t catch themselves,
a fact cats know is true.
When will you get it?
I do what I want.
So no matter your wishes
I’ll go on this jaunt.
I’ll sleep in this bed
and I’ll eat on this shelf.
I’ll do as I please;
it’s good for my health.
Your commands are pointless
and your wishes for not.
Your demand are futile
and your hopes, distraught.
But look on the bright side
at least you’ve got me
and I know for a fact
I’m the best you’ll ever see.
Coming home
is defined by
returning to you.
My heart yearns
for your warmth
and all that you do.
Resting my head
is a simple feat,
yes it’s true.
As long as it rests
in the proximity
of beautiful you.
I hope you loved your present,
I had me in mind when I got it.
It’s the thought that counts,
I hear.
I hope your birthday was grand
while you cared and served me.
You should honor me every day
of the year.
I hope you enjoyed your treats
but I’m glad you got mine first.
No celebration is complete
without a fish.
I hope you don’t expect much
since it was only one day.
The others belong to me;
get my dish.
The window
is open,
let there be air.
The birds
are singing,
the breeze in my hair.
The chipmunks
are running
from here to there.
The cat
is napping,
leave me alone.
Flitter by again,
I dare you.
You think you’re so fast
don’t you.
Just wait,
as am I
and you’ll see
that I’m quicker
than you’ll ever be.
What’s with all this noise,
can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?
You say it’s all for me
but I find that hard to believe.
I never asked for that shelf
or for you to take that one away.
Why can’t you leave things as they are
for just one day?
Cats, we do not like change
so just respect this fact
and stop all this noise
before you force me to act.
Your torturous weapon
made of plastic teeth
will haunt my dreams
with constant grief.
For my own good,
this you always say,
but that comb is the devil
in every single way.
There’s a stranger in my yard
and I am not a fan.
There’s a burglar on the loose,
who will catch this man?
There’s a woman out there too
and they surely have a plan.
There are strangers in the yard
so it’s about time I ran.
Oh, how I just can’t wait
for you to walk through that door
in fact, there is nothing else
I could ever want more.
Yes, I sit and I wait
and every task I do
is filled with love
at the very thought of you.
I know this is what you think
but you are simply just a tool
since I am not a dog
and this is April Fool’s.
Autumn Siders 