confined to a condo
Infuses the space with personality
Tail aloft in the A.M.
Two stepping around my legs
Pruuting “I want to play!”
Groggy I fix my mug of tea
Meanwhile his round blue eyes beseech me
I pick him up, hoping to distract him
The susurration of purrs are dulcet tones to my ears
A steaming mug of tea and a bundle of love are a wonderful way to start my day
Minutes pass by
He then bounds from my arms to the floor, zipping to the closet door
Loudly requesting I remove ‘Da Bird’
Bird in flight!
Acrobatics second nature
I attempt to remove Da Bird from his mouth – he replies with a low growl.
My shower awaits along with the hustle and bustle of the day
I wrestle Da Bird from the jaws of his mouth.
Miffed at the abrupt end of his entertainment he
to the top
of the pantry
A bird’s eye view of my every move.