National Poetry Month: Working 9 - 5 (12 of 30)
It's National Poetry Month. I will be posting a poem each day. No theme. I'm just going to follow the spark each day, wherever I might find it. It's bound to be messy.
I work
from 9-5,
chasing mice,
entertaining customers,
purring.
I saunter here,
pitter-patter there,
rove the aisles
when I'm bored
to see if there's
any mischief.
It pays the bills.
I have a roof
over my head,
food in my bowl,
the occasional catnip.
It's a living.
It's a sweet gig:
flexible hours,
a safe work environment
that allows me to save my
other eight lives for
retirement.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2023
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