Tuxedo Georgie
By
John I. Blair
Tuxedo Georgie yawns wide,
Smiles inscrutably
As she prowls the house
For a belly rub,
A chin scratch, a head pat.
She spends her mornings sleeping
On the closet floor
Or curled up by the door
With time out chasing
Jingle balls and dangle birds.
Each brow sports a spray of white
Against the glossy black,
Giving her a wall-eyed stare
As if doom
Were at her back.
But we both know well
Her chief concerns
Are if I’ll pour Purina Chow
Or Deli-Cat and why there is
A kitten in the room.
©2007 John I. Blair
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