The Cat and the Christmas Tree
~by Amy Cavanaugh
Cat:
Your needled branches are an evergreen canopy
Over my head. I take in your fresh air
And sit. Up at you I stare with open circular eyes.
White lights wink down at me -
An invitation to curl under their essence.
You tried to feed your sensual branches to me -
But I barely accepted them.
I probably still don't.
Christmas Tree:
Come to me ring-tailed striped cat.
Show me those wide eyes of yours -
Accompanied by a green feline gaze.
Come again - under me you once sat.
Show me that mini size of yours.
Come out from Hesitation's haze.
Come again - under me you once sat.
There's a reason to find you under me.
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