Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
He really doesn't do much: He sleeps the day away.
Only hunger stirs him now;
From his routine, he does not stray.
When little he was naughty: Jumping where he would.
Canvassing the counter;
Stealing what he could.
No longer self-sufficient; Now patiently he stares.
Reminding with his presence;
And loud demanding, when he dares.
Our aging cat is lazy. He's not perky or ambitious.
Somehow he makes my slowing pace,
Seem brisk and expeditious.