The following entry in Purrsday Poetry has been submitted by: Carol Rafale Tavares LidoAlbiza
The Lion Doesn’t Sleep Tonight
Well, there’s that 3 O’clock jitterbug
across the floor
Tour jete and wild ballet
Indecipherable games that you play
Then at 6:30 AM you’re back again
golden teapot screaming
Cutting into my deep sweet dreaming
Lacerate the pillowcase
And pound relentlessly at my face
Banging on the bedroom door and
Letting out a ragged roar
Jumping on the bed and then
circling the airport again
Over and under the sheets
You big mug
While I myself have under the blankets dug
Out a refuge that won’t save me
From your wild feline raving
Dizzying, dazzling dervish
ethereal, mystical, magic, and mischief
Acrobat and vault and somersault
This ain’t the time
Go back to bed
Your screaming is beating in my head
I love you, Lion,
Love you so
but the 6:30 thing has got to go
And then you go into day
While espresso is my only way
To open my eyes at last
to regain what’s left of sanity’s grasp
And there you go
Wouldn’t you know
Another golden tumbleweed
Of a show
And all that stuff of boundless joy! And free
of barrier, limitation or boundary.
So, while I’m breathing in the coffee beans
And struggling with my waking
I realize it’s gone quiet now
And nothing in the house is shaking
Ah, there it is I see
you curling up it seems
Eyes closed and snorin’
And blissfully ignorin’
slipping away from me
to drop back at last you be melting down
into your OWN sweet dreams.
All I am is cats.
Carol Rafale Tavares LidoAlbiza
What a wonderful personality ! Never a dull moment !
Thank you. He’s one of a kind and going on 15 and is a dynamo. I am grateful for him in every way even to looking past these early morning wake up calls.
Not only behaviour we all recognise (by cat and human), but a really good poem. Thanks!
Since retiring, and having three cats, I describe myself as “Cat Relationship Manager”.
Well, he is actually a therapy cat, this fellow, but sometimes I wonder who is the therapy- me to him or vice versa. I don’t know what my title would be- Hooman, I suppose but I certainly know he is the integral piece of a life that could not be lived without him. Thank you so much.
I just love your poem I can definitely relate to the words my boy is 14 this year.x???
He’s not for the faint of heart but he is definitely for mine-
cute poem.
Awesome poem, fantastic kat ??
Ciao
Sid
Thank you. He’s an inspiration. And it was worth waking up at 6:30 to get this tribute to him.