Catnap

That damn
cat mocks
me
everyday.
Lounging
on the
stairs,
its always
in my
way.
As I dash
to work;
I see it
smirk
sprawled
on its
back,
basking
in the
corner of
this
concrete
crib
that we
live in,
but it
owns…
Once,
twice
thrice,
it moans
to lure
the
tomcat
as it
swaggers
past,
looking
aghast
at this
feline
bast.
And
what-do-
you-know,
there he
was today,
slumped
by her
side,
plump
and
moon-eyed,
keeping
all the
strays
at bay.
And the
rest
as they
say
is
history.
Now,
there’s
not one
but two
who
lay
spread
eagle
dressed
in nothing
but their
regal
selves…
They
don’t
take flight
or even
bat an eye
as all
pass by,
unless
you play
party
pooper
and
dare to
disturb
their
parallel
universe –
their
perpetual
sleepy
stupor.