Cat

I prefer
warm fur,
a perfect fire
to lie beside,
a cozy lap
where I can nap,
an empty chair
when she's not there.
I want heat
     on my feet
     on my nose
     on my hide.
No cat I remember
dislikes December
     inside.

Marilyn Singer, "Cat" from Turtle in July.  Copyright © 1989 by Marilyn Singer.  Reprinted by permission of Marilyn Singer.
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