No Lack of Fur

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.