Sunday, January 24, 2010

I'm waiting

...for you to open this gate for me.

Of course I could go around. That's what I do when you're not in the yard.

But you ARE in the yard, and I wish for you to open this gate for me. Now.

Then I will ignore you from the garden.

Until I want you to again open the gate for me.

2 comments:

Tim said...

Cat poetry!

Bones said...

It's the cocked ear that makes it for me.