Packing

A short nap,
five hours gone by
and I awake to noise
and slowly I try
to see just what,
what’s happening here
as I approach with caution
these boxes I fear.

What is this clutter
affixed to my floor?
Why are you packing?
I want answers, I implore.
Have you gone mad
or is this a dream?
Just don’t pack my things
as part of your scheme.

Now, if you’ll keep it down,
I will get back to sleep
so no more commotion,
I don’t want to hear a peep!

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Packing

Scheme

You think I can’t hear you
just because my eyes are closed;
but every word you say,
lands on my ears exposed.

You lower your voice,
as if that changes a thing;
but a cat can hear the softest tune
that only the wind can sing.

That twitching of my whiskers
isn’t the result of a sweet dream;
any fool must know the sign
of when a cat’s working on a scheme.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Scheme

Feed Me!

If it were up to me,
I would sleep from morn
to night
and I wouldn’t even wake
until there were no
more light.

I’d roll right out of bed
and saunter on over
to my dish
and wait so impatiently
as you prepare my
yummy fish.

But the world is not purrfect
and this fantasy just
cannot be
since in reality you are sleeping
when you should be
feeding me.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

 

Feed Me!

Nine Lives

If I had but nine lives,
just like you,
I’d love you still
in each one
and crave more time;
it’s true.

If I had but nine lives,
I’d use each one
to show you
each and every day,
my heart is yours;
you are my sun.

If I had but nine lives,
I’d wish for nine more
knowing that each life
I’d fall deeper
in love with you,
my heart never to be poor.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Nine Lives