Four for the Show

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The cats gather
en masse every
time I sit
down to write.
One by one, they
jump up on the
big maple desk,
and walk across the
keyboard.

Mojo swats at
Shadow's tail.
Bukowski nips at
my fingers as they
peck at the keys.
It's going to be
a long night.
The cats don't
understand poetry
or marketing.
Shadow hisses, and
jumps down.
Bukowski gets
bored, and bites at
the cords.
He gets overly
excited, and slips off
the back of the desk.
The wild look in
his eyes flash
centuries of power
and sadness.

I think of my feral
days on the streets,
stealing booze, and
sleeping under
bridges in
December.
I wrote my words on
the walls of the
abandoned
houses.
And now,
such beautiful
providence.
I quit drinking and
I live in a town with
a clear lake.  I catch
fish and eat them.
I've published three
books and I write my
poetry on a
computer that my
three cats view as
a playground.

Sometimes,
it all seems like a
furry dream.

Author's Note

Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com
https://www.amazon.com/s?k=seedy+town+blues&crid=3H75K842GWLEZ&sprefix=%2Caps%2C101&ref=nb_sb_ss_recent_2_0_recent

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful story shared in the poetry Thomas. I had one cat for 12 years. She sat on my shoulder and she watched me write. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[Stella Armour]

love this Thomas and it's quite clear that your cats think you should be giving them attention instead of your computer.
It seems like things have really turned around for you and i am so pleased that have furry friends to add to your happiness..

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, Stella.