Wednesday night
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk)
Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk


The children all were waiting
on the stairs, and in the hall
Max then came and laid upon the cushion
by the wall
totally unexpected, he should sit there, he
has never ever sat there before
in front of me
Sables in the same place, she always is each night
Misty likes to use her claws
she thinks she has the right
to dig them deep into my fleece
and pull them very tight
she's purring but as yet I never
know quite what to say
she has a face that Eastern
hardly any nose
and saucer eyes
she does look wise
and a beard thats sort of grey
dark tipped ears
and a small cute mouth and lips
like a barbie doll
a thin pink tongue
sharp needle teeth
and wet and silky tears
she has the longest pedigree
of all the children here
you can feel that she is highly strung
and she isn't quite the dear
you'd expect she can be brutal
she reminds me everyday
that she has sharp teeth and she'll use them
if she feels she should okay
I can't be sure about her yet
she's unstable to a tee
I'm learning more about her
but she knows little of me
Tonight all 3 are with us
Max the true surprise
laying there in front of me
he's rfeally quite a size
white feet,black and white legs
and a face of white and black
slightly short on whiskers
and white curling through his back
Misty's sleeping on my bag
all the kids are here
Time is proving theres a kind of bonding
it seems clear
all of them are happy they've fallen on their feet
their calming down and their naturalness
is pretty well complete
one wonders what they do all day
to get in this tired state
but as we know at airports
it is tiring to wait
and that could be the reason
they are stressed up all day
and when they hear us coming up the
drive
thats when they play
they have some food and come and see us
greet us which is great
something really that I have to say
i'd missed of late