For vigilance that no one can surpass,
No guarantee I make to you, alas,
Yet I can promise still, for what it’s worth,
No danger to one who has left this earth,
So if you want protection from some dread
Predation, fine! (As long as you are dead.)
For if you want this cat to feel at home
As guardian, put me in a cat-acomb.
I love the illustration. And the poem as well.
So glad you enjoyed them! I always enjoy a moment, fictional or otherwise, with a good cat and a visit to an interesting crypt. Whatever *that* says about me! 😉
Love them both, Kathryn! 🙂 xoxo
Thanks, darling! xoxo!
I should have seen that one coming, Kathryn. 🙂
It just sneaked up on little cat feet, I guess. 😉
Kitty’s sitting pretty..
The throne of no return! 😉