Don’t be fooled by the sunshine;
It’s a cloudy afternoon in late November
And four o’clock’s supposed to look like this.
I know that in September
With daylight saving time
A light intensity this low
Would indicate it’s fine
To pull a poptop off a can
Of gourmet chicken feast.
But not today, not now;
And purring around my toes,
Rubbing your silky golden fur
Along my naked legs,
Won’t make me do it any sooner.
No, it won’t!
And you bet that little nip
Upon my ankle
Didn’t win you any friends!
Oh what the heck.
At least I’ll scratch your neck,
Pull your tail a bit,
Talk baby talk to you.
And maybe food at five
Will be okay just once.
©2005 John I. Blair
