Amara

I wish I could explain Amara adequately,

But I fear that’s just not to be.

To say that she’s a cat leaves too much out.

That she is a cat there is little doubt.

She has four legs, and a button nose

And when she sees a camera she strikes a pose

Her slender body is encased in pounds of fur,

And when she’s happy she tends to purr.

However, that’s where the resemblance ends.

She considers everyone she meets as friends.

She likes dogs, but only tolerates other felines

She considers any box or bag one of her many gold mines.

She’s not aloof or scheming,

 Mostly she’s on the bed dreaming

 About drinking my coke,

Absconding with my straw is her favorite joke.

Living with Amara has so many joys,

There’s only one thing missing, she doesn’t play with toys,

She prefers playing bottle cap hockey across the tile floor

She slams her “puck” from door to door,

Her magic word is “What?” it’s her signal to drop and roll

Because getting a belly rub is her goal.

If you’d like to see Amara, Go to my face book page

Her pictures are all the rage

Look for the pictures of her eating my watermelon,

And drinking my coke before lying down and jellin’.

©2016 Bobbi Duffy