Petting go….
This cat
walks past the washed, water bowl
perched on the patio
and laps last night’s rain from the glass table top.
He calls at 2am or any other time without refrain.
Not callous
or demanding
just does his own thing.
Alert, head jerks.
Relaaaaax.
Not now.
He won’t be tricked
by winds.
Then
double pawed and prayer like,
he’s got a mantis midair.
He’s rogue and elegant all at once.
There’s no undoing ninja chewing.
Side molar crunching
all done viewing.
There’s lip smacking.
He’s done with attacking.
Face and fur
whiskers and paws—
Awww…
I can’t resist.
I go in for the rub.
Nawww..
He saunters off,
without looking back.
Maryrose