Um
Excuse me
Star
This is not
Your bed.
But
My writing book
You're claiming
For yourself.
As I
Madly
Write down
My scribbles
Upon its pages.
That few people
Can read
Without an atomic microscope
To magnify
My handwriting.
Honestly
Do you mind
This small space
Of mine
Star?
When
You have
My entire apartment
At your disposal.
To do
As you
Please with.
Therisa © 2016
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Sigh. What can I say, cats rule. Star, unlike Venus and Squeak, who love to use my writing books, as a scratchpads, Star, only wants to sleep on it, while I am writing, during the night's late hours, into the wee hours of the morning.
