Am I a cat? [poem]

Begoña Martínez

Am I a cat?

I bask in the sun,
I lay in your lap,
I find my own way,
I don’t like other cats.

You find my white hair
On anything black.
I’m fastidiously clean
And I love to nap.

Am I happy to see you?
Without a single doubt.
It’s not like I chase you
But I’m always around.

I’m sure that you know
What I do at night.
I come back to you
I’m glad it’s enough.

When I climb to bed,
I claim the warmest spot.
Those arms on my chest
Make me wanna purr.

Except when they don’t.
I’m up, I’m awake.
I jump up and down.
Get outta my way!

I’d like to be more human
In other people’s eyes.
They see me as a mutant
I see through all their lies.

I might be a bit feline
But I’m not your cat
I don’t own you either
You can hold on to that.

—@minibego, Rome, Italy, november 2015

Cat’s eyes, by Martin Cooper (CC BY)

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