The Trainer

By John I. Blair

I feel a furry tail against my knee
And hear a queer meow.
You’ve dropped your jingle ball
Beside my foot upon the floor.

I know this game, I guess.
My task, to pick it up,
Give it a tinkling shake,
Then toss across the house

So you can dash away,
Sledding all the rugs,
Crashing into walls,
Skidding through the door.

Repeat . . .

I feel a furry tail against my knee
And hear a queer meow.
You’ve dropped your jingle ball
Beside my foot upon the floor.

Et cetera . . .

Now who’s the player here
And who the referee?
I think I’m training you;
You’re sure you’re training me.

©2007 John I. Blair