Zander

By John I. Blair

There he is,
Zander, all shades of gold.
Looped across the top

Of cardboard boxes,
His cloudlike tail drooped
Loosely down the side.

That wedge-shaped face
With slanted tight-shut eyes
Shows only innocence, bliss.

Who would ever guess,
Laughing at this languid length
Of fluffy, feckless fur,

He’s liaison to leopards,
Kin to cougars,
Cousin to Mistress Grace?

©2010 John I. Blair