A Felineous Sonnet
By David Roth
© 29th October,
2011
I sought my furry feline friend
to broach some highbrow conversation
to bring the matter to an end
to stall the fruitless tribulation
glare intense, her whiskers twitching
tail tossed like a metronome
she had me, held me, cast, bewitching
froze, immobile garden gnome
green eyes reach within as well
to seek the thing I ponder
hold me firm within her spell
relieved, and still I wonder
but then, I muse; I reason that
she is, indeed, a jelicle cat.
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