Ginger Kitty

Ginger Kitty

Ginger kitty

lookin’ pretty . . .

confetti leaves

for a bed.

While you

stretch out

in the sun,

what goes on

inside your head?

Are you making

long-range plans,

or just thinkin’

about lunch?

I suspect you’ve

got grand schemes,

but it’s really

just a hunch.

Stella Castella

I have several friends with sweet ginger cats.  This poem is for them – and everyone else who thinks that cats might be masterminds of some sort.  I agree!