Oh, cats who want to come in…
Rather you would harass your dear human lass
so she never can become bored.
Just a few moments pass and you’re back at the glass
looking ever so sad and forlorn
Meowing again as if you’d never been fed
and you’re dying right there on the floor.
I had just grown relaxed and now you will ask
that I get up to let you come in?!
Just a few steps away you could come in a play
through the animal flap that is open
But you couldn’t budge, there may be some mud!
You’ll wait here till heaven is open
So, out of compassion for my loving companions
I rise to attend to your need
As the cold air blows in and prickles my skin,
you sit there, turn, and you freeze
“Come on little kitties”, I coax and I plead
but as statues you sit and you stare
Even turning your back to look out at the deck
No intention of coming in there
Again I slide the door closed, man is it cold
Now you really don’t seem to care
But when that door is shut, you look up like “what?!
I was just about to come in!”
Give me puppy dog eyes, all big and wide-eyed
How could I do such a thing?
Leave you out in the cold?! I should stand there, I’m told,
for a minute, an hour, a day…
as long as it takes to get their fur in place
and waltz in when all feels okay
I have news for you, furball one and two
I will open the door once or twice
And already that is too nice
But stand there and stare, look as if you don’t care
I will shut that door right in your face
I’ll sit here inside where it’s snug, warm and dry
And ignore those loud mews of disgrace.
by L.E. Mastilock