NaPoWriMo Day 29: Black cat crossing

Hi, I’m doing NaPoWriMo on napowrimo.net. The challenge is to write a poem a day in April.  

For Day 29, the prompt was to write about your household pet.

This is the prompt for the April 29 poem:

Today, I challenge you to write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet. Sing high your praises and tell the tale of Kitty McFluffleface’s ascension of Mt. Couch. Let us hear how your intrepid doggo bravely answers the call to adventure whenever the leash jingles.

Black cat crossing (for Devvy)

Black like nightshade,

In panther stealth mode,

He strides the garden path

To his favourite bush,

His pale green eyes lit

Lanterns in the dark.

Early morning or night

Are his favourite outings,

For if he hears a soul

He’s back in like lightning.

Walking one stiff leg

From a past encounter,

He wags his tail like a dog

When in a happy mood.

He likes his nose stroked,

But if you catch him unawares

Or do it a touch too long,

He’ll tell you with a little nip.

This black cat is always starving,

Making out he’s never been fed.

If you walk by his food cupboard,

He’ll be there with paws begging,

Promising to be your best friend

If you feed him again and again…

He likes to sit by the window

Watching the world go by.

But if you’d rather watch TV than

Him he’ll simply block your way.

Seeing things that we cannot,

He guards the end of your bed,

Keeping out ghouls and ghosties

And things that go bump in the night.

Head leaning forwards, he nods off

In Sphinx pose. Open your eyes,

You’ll find him checking you’re okay.

When he’s finally dreaming, he snores

Little hurumphs that soon balloon

Into elephant-size trumpets.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 29, 2020 

Bonus poem:

Cat bum

My cat’s bum is alive today, 

It keeps on doing poops.

He’s the oochy coochy poopy machine

And your winnings come in scoops. 

Chance your luck on the fluffy tail,

Pull it down and watch him go.

He’s the oochy coochy poopy machine,

Making gifts for friend or foe.