Everyday Majestic Musings

My cat's a little dummy,
brain squishy like a gummy.
He's got a fluffy tummy,
but
his hearing's pretty crummy.

Half way up the staircase, he
calls out loud to locate me.
So I walk over to see
the cause of his crying plea.

When I say his name, he
looks the wrong way and sees
no one at the top and
thinks he just can't see me.

Then I call him again, and he swings his head around,
sees me standing on the landing nearer to the ground,
looks back up and then back down again until his eyes
recognize my visage which he notes with some surprise.

His face lights up, "Oh, hey! You're there!
How'd you get past me on the stairs?
I heard you up, but now you're down.
I guess my senses turned around!"

I say "I know, there's no brain there.
Your head is filled with fluff and air.
It makes you super sweet and true.
It's ok though, I love you too."

A park to the north is just one tree and shrubs,
a quiet side alley away from the clubs
where people can sit with Italian subs
defending the street from stone polarbear cubs.

A lodge for the cat who's alone on the street
and looking for shelter or a place to eat
that's out of harm's way and not under our feet
with shade to keep cool from the summer sun's heat.

The neighborhood felines that live on our blocks,
the grey one, the tabby, the black one with socks,
when resting protected and not out on walks,
might come spend their nights in this covered cat box.

On first week and third, Friday from 9AM,
from March thru December, they streetsweep again.
Then Monday thru Wednesday and Thursday thru Sat,
you've got max 2 hours, I'm sorry, that's that.
But also you're NEVER allowed, so think twice!
Except Permit 7, I guess. Must be nice.

Please fly here post haste with your hydrate applier!
A spark has ignited in my lint-clogged dryer!
Don air tanks and facemasks to safely respire,
and helmets and jackets, protective attire!
Don't dawdle, oh, come quick, before they expire!
You must save my pets, 'cuz the house is on fire!