PAPERWORK SHUFFLE

PAPERWORK SHUFFLE

 

The cat’s atop the table,

He thinks it is now his bed…

We thought he’d make a paper nest

But he pushed them off instead.

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Six month’s accumulation

Pushed off in a couple of nights…

And now the rug is littered

With things once lost from sight.

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Our cat is avoiding the flooring

That was treated to kill the fleas…

He takes the furniture high road

And runs when he can’t for his needs.

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Our Bible on the table

We moved when he slipped…

Smooth leather was not able

To provide his paws much grip.

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A paper avalanche caught him

In a vortex heading down….

Perhaps that’s why he no more trusts

Those papers laying around!

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The table-sized ironing board wobbles,

To sound off he’s on there…

But lately he sleeps behind it

Protected in his lair.

 

—Jonathan Caswell