CAT ON THE BREAKFAST TABLE
by Ruth Shaw Ernst

I wish to drink my orange juice,
And sip my coffee peacefully.
It is that quiet time of day
When solitude is ecstasy.

Your ample girth is spread upon
The paper which I yearn to read.
Your paws have firmly grasped the arm
Of which I have a patient need.

I do not wish to gaze into
Those eyes now fixed on mine.
Or be seduced by kneading paws.
I know that purring line.

I have some rights. Your feline whims
Cannot move me to cater.
I want to see the front page now.
(Oh, well, Iíll scan it later.)

copyright Ruth Shaw Ernst

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