Amidst a sea of faces,
I wandered alone –
politely nodding hellos,
avoiding unnecessary attention;
till she came visiting –
stretched on my bed,
she lazily looked at
the truly inconsequential ME!
knocking a few books off,
she declared her territory
(as if anyone had missed)
as she left me giggling
and responding to her welcome.
MEOW i said,( little one, come again)
Reading the Poetics Tuesday prompt brought back a memory from my graduation days. In college, when I was so utterly bored in a class, instead of yawning, I said “meow”. It wasn’t too loud but neither too low that it could escape a few of my classmates around. The girls who lived in the same dorm as me of course immediately knew it was me. I realized later that “meow” had become my standard reply to anything amusing, including daydreaming of my bed in the middle of a boring lecture.
A sweet little poem, Pratibha.
What a delightful telling of a priceless dialogue between you and her.
what a wondrous solution, do hope you’ve kept it up!
Cats make their home where they choose. This one, I can see, like you a lot. Loved the poem.
The furry little things certainly will make themselves at home β without asking… π
Ha! That is such a cool memory. Knocking things off is a primary trait of the cats β it certainly made me smile. Very well penned! π
she lazily looked at
the truly inconsequential ME!
That describes a cat very well!
I love the backstory even more… how you became a cat a bit yourself… (though maybe not knocking things down)…
Aww, this is cute!
Thats a cute one.
Glad you liked it π