Nimmy
A cat has ways of lying that dogs can
Never match. Cats catch a wink just about
Anywhere—on a chair; beside the man
Whom they’ve converted from dawg-loving doubt;
In front of banks of books that they don’t care
To notice. The beauty of cats is that
They never pout, or if they do, they glare
To hide it. They’d rather not have a spat
With bouncy dogs. Cats don’t get in a flap
Unless they’re forced to, as when canines flop
Around the cats’ domain. They’d rather NAP.
They’d rather lie as conked out as a mop.
Cats certainly do not believe in laws . . .
Except they teach their dogs the rule of claws.