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KahluaKahlua Was Bored
She was bored, wanted another plan, she changed her defecating spot;
or was it an ill conceived trick of ours, moving her serving plates;
surreptitiously from the kitchen downstairs to the upstairs bathroom...
We will never know, cats are like that, demanding critters, ornery too,
not accepting what humans decide to do, not generally agreeing with
environmental experimentation; an ill choice of ours, she was angry too...
Or was it that our temporary house guest, a more furtive night stalking feline,
is employing her litter boxes, and of course, that's an annoyance of ritual
Our demanding pet ten year old resident hasn't given agreement for us to do...
Of course, I feel boredom: being old is no fun, too many possibilities not done,
victories frequently not won, little fame acquired, few medals on life's walls...
being a human, you rationalize feel life's emptiness, that's never out and out fun.
31st December 2005
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York, USABack to The Poems of Roy Schoenberg