//to blake from sacks march 28, 1997
Our cat sleeps on the deck all day.
He does not even seek to play.
Now and then he will show a claw,
or hiss. His dream will go away.
Sometimes he’ll suddenly lick a paw
or frantically he’ll bite and gnaw
at his fur where a flea must be
or peek at a raven’s loud caw.
He generally wakes up about 3,
and makes sure right away that we
give him what he likes to eat
which he gobbles while we have tea.
He washes his face, with his feet,
then sits under a dining seat.
He purrs and stretches, acts so sweet,
curls up again, feeling replete.