SCAMP

 So many verbs to pack into

A day as busy as a king's.

There's visiting the houses round

For praising petting pampering-

And sniffing down the alleyway

To monitor a million smells-

Patrolling through the neighborhood

For pests to pounce upon and kill-

Now trotting past the window with

His trophy trailing from his jaws-

And later lounging on the porch

Where passing children say "Hey, Scamp!"

It's such a hectic life to be

A cat of wide renown.

And when I whistle, calling him,

There’s galloping across the grass

And gliding through the cottage door

His collar jingling as he runs

With eyes the size of green cheese moons

And tail held like a flag. Then

There's nudging nose and kneading paws

And purring up a symphony-

There’s sleeping high up on his perch

Where purrs turn into snores-

There's dangling across my lap

A lazy limp and loving rug-

There’s fur to lick and milk to lap

And balls in need of batting.

So many things to do and see,

Such great responsibility.

He's all the verbs he ought to be,

This paradigm of cats.

 Sheilah McAdams

Maumee, Ohio

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