Me! Me! Me!
A Cat at Ease
Here rests our cat with his head turned upside down,
Logically, his smile inverted,
should now become a frown,
Yet here he beams and purrs the happier
to see me stand upon my crown
Over his expanse of down tummy fur
up and down my fingers dance,
As his white paws knead in the air
Contentedly, and without care
like dandelions, once gone to seed,
they rise and spread, then disappear
I find; a naval,
That secret kitty hara,
where coursing stomach muscles come to a round,
I feel it with my finger,
Were he a vinyl pool toy,
then here is plugged that impressed rubber nipple
Where by fur farts on that omphalic orb
or by a few sound breathes within
I think that I could blow him up,
like a beach ball, widen him,
Yet I best not too much tickle that space,
for should I scratch too hard that place
I could only watch the disaster I’ve caused
as he, with a hiss, deflates
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