The Other Lair

Poem, Cat, Implied Cussing

Black Cat On Lounger
April 22, 2024

is that a painting, I smell oils
if that’s a *censored* painting
I will be so put, the putting
will, in no common parlance
be reconcilable with this sound
I think I’ve been making
since I saw it, let me, please
snuggle so gently that grump
who clearly has been awaken
just for this moment of *censored*