When it becomes Cat cleaning day
When my day turns carnivorous,
Which for a vegetarian like me, it
Means, alas that the day is planning
To gobble me up, crunching me and
clawing, then Trumping down Tweets!
for all the messes, mistakes, mangles &
Maddening memory losses, that have
Sickened my life into stupidity and sloth!
Then I know it has to turn into the Cat-
Cleaning day! Which never fails to
Frighten me out of my fallen –into- the
reddened mouth of the tiger, feeling!
First I pounce on the vomit that Chunri
The gorgeous Tortoise Shell has deposited
On my fat red cover book of Rumi’s poetry!
I scold her furiously and she looks ashamed
And I feel better. Then I go into the garden
And pick up some of the cat shit from where
It had no business to be, and put it in the trash
Then I remove the cat hairs from all the sofas
And all the pillows and all the books and all
The places where it should not have collected
And put it in the compost heap which is cool
And as I clean, the cats watch as watching is
Their prime time treat as if they are enjoying
Their own personal Netflix! With their own
Favourite show like Fargo is mine, along with
Narcos and House of Cards and CSI New York
Then I shudder to find my rare yellow Ivy in
The water garden where only the water lilies
Should be, but one of my Cat Gardeners has felt
It needs to be inside water, then I rescue the
Red and white polka dot from the paws of this
Same gardener who does more of ruminating
Than restoring, repotting, repairing or watering!
By the time I have done with Cat-Gardening, and
Cat Cleaning, the carnivorous crooked Calamity
Has slunk away under the glare of several golden
Orange Cat Stares and left me to fall into peace!