Preparing For Luke
(Tongue in Cheek!)
Friday Luke will arrive, scare our cat,
bounding upstairs, Kahlua, ready or not
will hide underneath our bed, come out at night,
threaten a bit, her world's gone wrong,
I can't assure her, "Luke will not stay long!"
Our tortoiseshell feline who has the world on a string,
can't assert her position, makes a rumpus,
enlarges her tail, screeches, threatens and fusses.
But the Black Labrador pushes his wet snout
under the quilt's ruffles, wants to play,
never a cordial greeting, "How are you doing, have a nice day."
Our domesticated pet can't go anywhere,
defeated and angry, gutturally meows,
the jovial ebony canine doesn't notice or care.
I can't explain, home ownership is the game,
felines have customs, habit you might say;
my world too is off kilter, far awry,
Luke is a drag, physically a pain...
Dread walking him in the rain, I'll go insane,
the darn mutt is a bane - I'm counting the days,
"The rollicking critter needs to be trained!"
Five days is a long time, apparently forever,
glad my daughter and son-in-law
aren't going on an extended vacation, heaven forbid...
Two weeks in Paris, London, Rome or Madrid!
Dedicated to Susie, Rusty & Kristie
30th March 2004
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.
Kahlua (top) & Luke