Shaggy dots form fields of yellow
deny demands for endless green
a golden roar
with roots down deep.
House cat watches with willful eyes
trails of fur over sink and range
at three o’clock shrill mews to remind
dinner bowls must be filled by six.
While we would define the world
other forces are in command
How can I say the cat is stubborn
when here I stand mirror in hand.
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©2017 Ontheland
Ontheland 
I especially like the last two lines. Lovely picture of your cat!
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Thank you 🙂
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You ‘re welcome.
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Fabulous! 🌹😎🌹
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Thanks, Dorna 🙂
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It’s hard to out-stubborn a cat.
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I haven’t known many cats well but this one in particular has his way of doing things and will not be moved…
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“a golden roar of dandelions” — genius!
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Thank you 🙂
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There is so much imagery here Janice, a beautiful engaging poem
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Thank you, Denis 🙂
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