Floof

Wispy strands of silver fur
Stuff the air conditioner
Filaments of luscious coat
Congregating in my throat

Fluffy tail a swishy plume
Could be used to dust a room
Certainly to brush a gam,
Trail some litter, bless a jamb

Paws with pads that kiss the floor
Skittish sprints from traction poor
Chasing balls and pincher bugs
Claiming turf on all the rugs

Dewy eyes that plead to play
Golden as the proof of day
Swell to orb and faint to line
Morphing like a prisma-spline

This ear east and that one west
Split the sounds from home and nest
Even napping, they’re alert
Startled though assumed inert

Sniffs each thing as if unknown
From the fingers to the phone
Sometimes scents beget a lick
Don’t eat that — you might get sick!

Precious, whisker-peppered face
Vibing and defining space
Sprawling toward directions all
‘Lectric as a plasma ball

Thistle teeth on yawn display
Remnants of a wilder day
Chomping vittles from a bowl
Messy eating’s now the goal

Murmured chirps, meows and whines
Chattering at birds on lines
Purrs at night and endless trills
Heard from trees and window sills

Accordion spine and slinky stretch
Scratching post for claws to etch
Fwumps the floor and rolls around
Omni-surface stomping ground

Nightly love of foot canoodle
Fuzzy fun, our kit caboodle
Miniature though he is three
Chi’s a friend to Nat and me