[Jack Deth]

For All The Ladies Of The Canteen


Naps





Sometimes, when I want to get away from it all
I leave the kitchen, corners and halls
And slowly curl up with my chin upon my tail
To sink into a stretch of carpet tall and lush

Only to feel a small weight slowly slide
Over my back and shoulders, brushing thick and plush
To press against the back of my arms
In a delicate manner that I can certainly abide

The weight is not great and I can escape
Any time that I do so desire
Though there is something to be said about the charm
Of having my very own blanket by the fire


Jack Deth~ 01/29/06.

[Soaring Feather]

Very nice, thank you Jack.

[Kathy in Alaska]

I had a cat, Bandit, long ago that looked just like that kitten.
Great poem, Jack.

[MotleyGirl70]

Thanks Jack.

Over my back and shoulders, brushing thick and plush

I woke up this morning with kitty head across my forehead.

Very "In Your Face Get Up and Feed Me" type deal.

So cute.

[MS.BEHAVIN]

Lovely Jack!
Thank you!
Good evening Ma!
*HUG*
Good evening Canteeners and Troops!
How's everyone tonight?
Fresh snow falling rapidly..
The trees are newly flocked, Ma!
Hope everyone is well!
Hugs alla round!
Ms.B