More Muffin Musings

Train Cat
Small form shakes as the metal beast rumbles by
Horn blasts rent the air and infiltrate the underbed hiding spot
Is there no escape?
From a distance, the bells and clangs give fair warning of imminent approach
Ears up, eyes wide, body on alert ready to flee
Scamper down the hall to seek a semblance of safety until the noise and quaking finally subside.

(Note: Thanks to our recent condo purchase and move, Muffin no longer has to endure the trains literally yards from our windows. Nor do I...)

Panda Cat
No bamboo to hold
No stalks to snap, to chew with green delight
Only hard bits to nibble
China on the tray only, in blue and white
Black and white mimics the fluff of rotundity on the branch
Enclosed in four walls, but the sweet face
Recalls the origins and shape of the majestic panda.

Slipper Cat
Possessive paw covers the smooth embroidered slide tucked under the shoulder
Keep them in place
Can't move without the false coverings
Mine, all mine, I've got them captured and contained
No chance to escape, for sleeping bulk cannot be moved
Familiar human scent comforts and calms
My humans are home, they're safe, they're near
Refuge found in the worn black fabric of evenings at home by the fire