Poem: A Lazy Cat
You sleep more often than not, now Much longer than you are ever up And I try not to worry about it As you aren’t the age of a pup It’s just that I adore you And I can’t stand the thought of you gone Even though that I know We only exist for the length of our songs I have no way of knowing If you would miss me in kind But I suspect you might not like If I beat you to the end of the line You’re not just a pet but my buddy A comfort in the hardest of times A fuzzy, cuddly little criminal Immune to the threat of fines Despite the occasional violence The middle of the night alarms Your endless, picky appetite I am a sucker for your charms The gift I never knew I wanted The friend I didn’t expect to love A loud and prickly cactus That can only be bathed with gloves If ever a cat was a roommate And ever a roommate a son And that son a superlative blessing Cullen, my friend, you’re the one
