Catapathy For M Lady Tara Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

My cat is curled up fast asleep
or so it seems apparently
But now and then she sneaks a peep.
She likes to keep an eye on me
She thinks it’s nearly time for tea
And she would hate to miss a meal.
That would be a catastrophe
Against which there is no appeal.
She knows I know she knows
It’s almost time that she was fed.
I’ll have to feed her suppose.
She projects thoughts into my head
You must not sit and watch T.V
you know quite well it’s time for tea.

7-Jan-0

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