Mrow

On occasion
I wake for the day
trapped~
Complain as I may,
pinned down by chest
and feet,
I really never do mind~
Glossy coats and blinking eyes
lolling there next to me,
I can never stop myself
from scratching tiny heads
and smoothing my hand
down furry backs~
and this is why
I am a cat person~
They trap me long enough
to love me,
just enough,
and then they go their own way.
Mrow to you too,
furry baby!