joey k poetry

Cat hours
My black cat sits on the table
while I work.
He’s staring at a fly
that’s buzzing about the room.
Neither care
for me,
but I watch them
carefully.
Never a dull moment
with a courageous cat.
He almost falls
leaping for his prey.
People ask me
“why do you keep
such abnormal hours?”
and it’s because of this silly cat,
but nobody believes me,
since he so shy they’ve
never even seen him.