Cat Tricks

The soft cadence of your voice

As it filters through the wire

Gently caresses my anxious mind

And tranquil, I arch like a cat

So I now search for reasons large

Or even inconsequentially small

Just any tiny query I seek

So I can reach out for your verbal pats

Tiny unimportant problems they are

Or matters of deep import they be

All I greedily gather besides me

So your door I can guiltlessly scratch

And when all is silent, the world asleep

I unravel them by the fireside

Those moments born for me anew

When you reach out to my meows

 ~Horizon~

15^th March 2005

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