My home/household consists of six beings: 2 humans, 2 cats, and 2 dogs. We recently had to adjust our sleeping arrangements, as one of the cats is sick and could be injured if he mingles with other animals. This poem, about this morning, is my attempt to write a rhythmic rhyming poem in a form called a ‘Nove Otto’ in response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #23: Nove Otto.
Crusty morning, frost all around
Chilling a home, not just the ground
Tabby rests, a king on our bed
He’s on meds and needs a safe space
where Mae, Pop, and Bud can’t give chase–
We five crammed on a couch instead
Tangled stiff is no way to wake
Not enough room for goodness sake
Yet sun melts pain and frost is shed.
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