SIT IN MY LAP

SIT IN MY LAP


Searching eyes, gentle eyes,
Sleepy and half shut;
Gentle fur, purring fur,
Silken to the touch.

Stealthy gait, silent gait,
Without any noise;
Though your looks are timid,
You have grace and poise.

What a thought, you have got,
In your little mind?
Mine, you seem to know but,
To yours, I am blind.

Little cat, slightly fat,
Come, sit in my lap.
I must cut your diet;
You have too much flab.


* Written in abcb 6-5-6-5 format.


M C Gupta
23 March 2005