cat napping

The other day – well, Christmas Day, to be more precise – I wrote a post with poems about sleeping.

That post nearly didn’t make it through to publication, though, as I realised I’d made a stupid mistake when I decided on the title: since restive was entirely the wrong word, I came close to abandoning the whole thing.

Then I considered re-thinking things and using the title cat napping to post the same poems with a different set of photos.

In the end I decided to just admit to my error and make the original post and then make a second post with a different set of poems and some – more or less – appropriate pictures.

Here, then, is that second post.

Algie

Under laurel leaves, slick
with sunlight, pink nose snuffles
wild strawberries.
Cream petals drift and seagulls
mew overhead.

Archie

finds a cat-length patch of shade
whisker-wide and hidden
from curious, non-feline eyes.
He dapples into tabby grey.

Clem

The adipose tabby
is happy to doze 
on a mat in the sun
with her paws to her nose
 and her tail curled round neatly,
its tip in her ear,
 asleep in the sunshine,
with nothing to fear.