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The Cat's Whiskers
David LaPierre
The cat's whiskers
Glimmer in the morning dew
As he sits on the windowsill
Like he held by glue.
The morning sun
Glints off the frozen grass,
Showering prisms of light
That change as the sun does pass.
The earth is spinning
And the prisms march forth;
The cat's whiskers change in time
As he surveys the porch.
Look how the morning sun
Shines on his coat so fair.
The prisms on the morning frost
Cause light to dance on his hair.
As my coffee cools
And the light proceeds,
The cat's whiskers
Are like a time machine.
The peacefulness of his feline nature
Causes me to love the sun.
Wait - that's not our cat.
Honey, where's my gun?
David LaPierre has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of David's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of David's latest works: