Little Cat Writes Poetry

She sprawls her bold title across the page

where I would read.

She hides her tale from strangers, shares all

with those who give her time and care.

Her energetic paws

print a chase-scene narrative

on the polished table.

After a nap, she stretches, meanders,

her lyrical lines loop and curve

on the wet tiles of my just-washed floor.

Her tidy steps turn where she arches,

strokes my leg, smiles into my face,

and her question-mark tail asks,

already so sure of the answer.

                             ~Carol Bindel