Kyp

8 March 2021

two cats, enjoying
sunshine and the flavor of
the new sheer curtains

suspicious and then
disappointed by our wet
offering, Kyp left

that’s not a gargoyle
on the china cabinet:
he loves wet food; purrs

I made two carts to
go under my bed. alas,
the cats dislike them

my muse requests pats,
a fair price for inspiring
my insta poems

Kyp wonders at the
mounted TV, never mind
Chromecasting (magic?)

Kyp sits on poem
donating cat hair to my
creative process

taking a mid-day
constitutional, seeking
head pats, also snacks