Poetry Sunday

I'm not really a cat person (although I'm very fond of Lucy, Loki, and Mobius, our daughter's cats), but I know that many other people are, and that cats are playing an outsize role in this bizarre election season, whether as the companions of JD Vance's despised childless cat ladies, as the food of Haitian immigrants in Ohio (as Der Furor claimed in his "debate" with Vice President Harris), or as the pet of unlikely political powerhouse Taylor Swift. In that vein, how about a poem about our feline friends?

The Cats

by Ann Iverson

To find such glory in a dehydrated pea

on the tile between the stove and fridge.

To toss the needs of others aside

when you simply aren't in the mood for affection.

To find yourselves so irresistible.

And always in a small spot of sun,

you sprawl and spread out the pleasure of yourselves

never fretting, never wanting to go back

to erase your few decisions.

To find yourself so remarkable

all the day long.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. And as Childless Cat Lady Taylor Swift has reminded us, an election is coming and the choice is yours to make. Be sure your voting registration is current, do your research, and plan to vote for the candidate of your choice. Choose well.

Bilbo