A Fluffy Poem

A Fluffy Poem 

As roasting fish permeates the house
With aromas preferable to kibbles or mouse,
I see her sitting by my chair,
This time last week too, and right there

With a ‘Mew,’ stating “Hey, I am here!”
  for Fish!

She usually has no voice,
Sits un-amused by treats or toys,
But Friday nights she takes her place,
Eager to dispense with saying grace

With a ‘Mew,’ now stating “Where’s my plate?”
  of  Fish!

The skillet has it cooked and browned,
She’s eager, a tail twitch, sitting down,
A forkful in a finger bowl
Of salmon, cod, or sometimes sole

And another ‘Mew,’ implying “That’s my share!”
  of  Fish!

“You’ll have to wait a minute or two,
  It’s still too hot, it could burn you,”
But she could not care ‘bout the heat,
For her it’s time, c’mon - let’s eat!

With a third ‘Mew,’ stating “Give it here!”
  of  Fish!

I set the bowl in front of her,
She’s on it without thanks or purr,
Her tongue and teeth make snacking sounds,
And in a moment it’s all down!

Then, with no ‘Mew,’ to say “I’m done,”
  just her tail held high

  And she’s gone