I hear my cat a-lickin'
at the window where he sits.
Looking out over the backyard,
by the moonlight it is lit.
Soon he will jum down again
but in no time he will be
Back at the window, licking
enthusiastically.
I am trying to fall asleep
but my cat keeps me awake.
How long will he keep at it?
I hope not long, for goodness sake!
In the meantime I am writing
this poem late at night.
But now I think it's time
that I turned out the light.
CLICK.
I hear my cat a-lickin' ...
© 2000 Connie R. Smith
Author's note: I had a “black-and-white Tuxedo” cat, Benjamin, when I lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba. He would sit on the window sill by my bed and lick the frost off the window. He was very cute, but sometimes very annoying :-)