Coffee and cats
Who is to say
How these cats know
What’s in my cup each day.
But they do
Or at least they must
Because when my cup is set down,
It’s secret is a bust.
I keep my cup covered
To help in case of a spill
That is inevitable
With a swipe and a grin.
I swear my cats grin
When they swipe at my cup
The dogs wait under the edge
Of the table looking up
I think that they
are in cahoots
The cats swipe
The dogs lick
Nothing is sacred
From the juice they pick.
So I actually got a sign
From my husband
That says
“Do not leave food unsupervised!”
Because of the cats
My cups of coffee
And the puddle that lies
(On the floor.)