Written for Living Poetry where our host,
Bartholomew, asks us to write an
obsequious poem. Here’s my take.
Ode to the Magnificent Fluffy
O Fluffy, sovereign of this mortal coil,
whose velvet paw hath never touched the floor
without my breathless haste to lay a foil
of cashmere blankets, seven deep or more.
Your yawn, a benediction, shames the sun;
your blink, a mercy I have not deserved.
I live but to ensure, before day’s done,
your kibble bowl is warmed and richly curved.
Forgive me that I breathed while you were napping,
that once …. God help me …. once I shut a door.
I’ll spend my days in penitential wrapping
of tissue paper, strewn across the floor.
🐾 composed in abject devotion, on bended knee 🐾
NAR©2026
This is “Bohemian Catsody”
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