Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Hiding


I sit behind the people's chair
Hiding silently aware
I think she looks for me

I lay under the covers here
Knowing that she is very near
I know she looks for me

Up atop my kitty tree
This is a great place to flee
She looks, and looks some more

A cozy little ball I make
Very flat, a round pancake
She looks, and stops, and stares

Way up high in my little perch
While she does her silly search
She calls; I answer not

When and if I want, you see
For her to actually locate me
She will, (but when I choose)

Patches

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ooh yes, Ms Patches, it's a very good poem, and also you are very clever about hiding until you want to be found.

Shaggy and Scout said...

Oh Patches thats a wonderful poem! And we can barely see you in that cat perch!

ANGEL ABBYGRACE said...

Patches

You are good at rhymin' and hidin'!

**ABBY(the manx)

Spock said...

You am all way talented Patches!

The Meezers or Billy said...

you are so furry talented Patches!

Peggy said...

we loves to hide too but mom seems to find us everytime! Did you know your words are purrty!

Fat Eric said...

Patches you are so sneaky at hiding! I like your poems too.

Victor Tabbycat said...

That's furry purrty, Miss Patches. You're good at hidin in plain site. I'm workin on it, but it's so hard to sit still.

Tommy and Teaghan said...

You am good at hiding. Such an insfuration to poetry.

The Fluffy Tribe said...

we like your poem and pictures ~Merlin, Shadow, Ko KO