Ode to a Shedding Cat
by Marea Needle
I think that I shall never see
A cat that sheds as much as thee.
Thy fur that sticks is all around
On chairs, on mats in little mounds.
I sweep the floor, you shed some more.
I wash the rug and you just shrug.
You should give thanks I tolerate that,
Or you would be a crew-cut cat.
