Poem of the Day

Poem of the Day


by Marion Simpson

my cat is rather witless,

and rather plump-

but she has

certain capabilities.


she can open doors,

and climb trees

and make judicious displays

of affection.


She knows the cosiest places

to sleep,

and that the tin-opener

is her best friend.


I am not so limited, or so I like to think,

and I have more articulate ways

of expressing my emotions

than rolling over on the ground.


yet poetry remains

an unyielding cat-flap.

I don't understand why it spaced out funny on the page