Cats find humans devoid of intelligence
When it comes to understanding their needs
Their wants and the nuance of their desires
Some treat us like the natives in a foreign land
Who do not speak our language and therefore feel
That volume must be the key to comprehension
I kept company with oe who was more patient
He spoke slowly, softly requesting, not demanding
Explaining his wants and needs
He even tried to learn my language as a compromise
This was brought home to me one fuzzy morning
I had walked by him without the standard greeting
Returning from my absolutions with a bit more focus
I found this cat still on the back of the couch repeating
“Aroo, aroo, are you, are you” mimicking my usual greeting
I guess that was as close as he could get to my salutation
Of petting him and saying, “Hello, Gandalf, how are you.”
Aptly named he was a wizard at interspecies communications
We had many conversations over the years he graced this earth
His wisdom is sorely missed in this house of feline comforts
I keep taking to cats hoping to find another mage of understanding
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
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