I lied about your age today
By
Clara Blair
I didn't mean to, but
I lied about your age today.
Making small talk with strangers,
I said that you were ten years old.
But now you are eleven.
And realizing that
Made me stop and think.
You are as sleek and sassy
As when you were one year old,
But you're not a kitten any more.
No gray streaks in your shiny black fur,
No signs of slowing down
When you're bullying the big orange guy,
But you've entered middle age, girl.
Can't deny that, gorgeous cat.
You're not old and frail
Like the little gray lady
Who spends most of her time
Curled up in the corner.
You've mellowed, though, seeking more often
The attention, the stroking, the scratching
That the big orange boy revels in shamelessly.
I lied about your age today.
But it really doesn't matter, does it,
Between us girls?
© 2003 Clara Blair, September 16, 2003
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