Ode to a cat by Jack Cole

Silent yet somehow

Filling the room

Vowing revenge

For sweeping a broom

Eternally brooding but suddenly wise

Stodgy and cranky but full of surprise

For when I am low, head down in my hands

I’ll feel a soft stroke in my lap you will land

As somehow you know where to stand on the scale

Balancing king, kitten, and friend on your tail