Poetry dealing with felines and their quirks.
Candles flicker as a clock ticks
and a tree creaks by the window
the padding of a black cat,
heard, but unseen in the shadows
while sirens wail through the night
distant and insistent
While cold seeps like a gas
to fill the once warm room
all within a silence so loud
one could hear it from afar
✨Deferential Devil✨
Purrs and a warm, fuzzy body cuddled close
Head-butt kisses in the morning
Trust given as requested belly rubs
A slow blink during an un-breaking stare
A gentle visit to calm in an emotional storm
Just knowing when you need them most
That’s the love of a cat 💜
✨Deferential Devil✨
You used to work but now you won’t
I just want your help, but help, you don’t.
Instead of you washing the granules
I have to do it all manual.
What is the point of you
When you don’t do what you’re meant to?
Must I return to everyday scooping
After the cats are done pooping?
Please say you’ll work on your troubles
Cause frankly, this smell is not subtle.
✨Deferential Devil✨
Deferential Devil Poetry 