I lost my way sometime back before the head banging and teeth gnashing I forgot that a poem like a cat doesn’t like to be led no matter how many scritches and cuddles pushes and tugs and tickles behind the ears it will not avail it won’t budge cats gonna go where a cats gonna go and so is a poem so I may as well open the door and follow along maybe see some new places places I would never find if I choose the way Marv Himmel © March 16, 2021
Delightful! And I love the choice of cats as analogous to poems.