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Sitting on Cats

My week’s occupation

Done with lack of grace

They look at me indifferently

As I feed and water, pet

And play, even attempt

To impose medicine

Within one’s tiny mouth

We make it through—I

Would not give myself a

Good grade for care, though

Not for lack of

Trying

They came to me and then

Stayed away: It’s only you;

Feed us, check the litter

Box,

And leave

But one day, despite ourselves,

I found each cat and got

Down

Eye-to-eye

Looking at one while

Scratching behind the

Ears (the cat’s) and simply

Lying on the floor

So we could see each other

For the second (though

Equal among firsts),

There was something close

By to play with (besides

My heart-strings) and, what

Do you know,

We played

I received an electronic

Missive telling me my

Service was done—now

True cat-caring can

Commence without me

With the right ones at home

Well, we had a heat wave,

Didn’t we—which might

Explicate in part

Royal lethargy

And, if asked again

(Depending on the report

Received by parents),

I’ll prostrate myself in

Service

To liege-lords ruling their

Split-level citadel

Now off to learn something

About post-modern dogs