Zander
By
John I. Blair
There he is,
Zander, all shades of gold.
Looped across the top
Of cardboard boxes,
His cloudlike tail drooped
Loosely down the side.
That wedge-shaped face
With slanted tight-shut eyes
Shows only innocence, bliss.
Who would ever guess,
Laughing at this languid length
Of fluffy, feckless fur,
He’s liaison to leopards,
Kin to cougars,
Cousin to Mistress Grace?
©2010 John I. Blair
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