Be bold! Be sharp! Is what I caught
From kitty Gaia’s train of thought
So off I went, to make with zeal
A necklace, of fur and steel
A work of art, that would appeal
To Gaia—and end this ordeal
But no, that would have been too smart
It didn’t work. Tomorrow? Another start.
Gaia: “I don’t think I like it.”
Awake! Awake! now time to make!
What shall it be? you soon shall see
His nod has sparked so now be awed
A cat hair jewel that won’t be flawed!
But first the hair must have a flair
It can’t be rolled he must be bold
And so we leave him to his task—
A creation, he’ll soon unmask!
> * * < Gaia choosing from his cat hair horde > * * <
His turban’s off and now he sleeps
With mind awake not counting sheep
He’s thinking, thinking what to make
So please be still so he won’t wake.
Oh Gaia, Gaia let me know
If there’s some way that you can show
What were you thinking, help me here
Just whisper gently in my ear.
It’s Earth day and my birthday–Mew
And time I got what I was due!
You’ve hogged the show, now let me through
It’s Luna’s day so won’t you SHOO!
I’ll take the cake and presents too
With tuna frosting please, thank you!
It’s party time and that means play!
The cake? the treats? that’s not his feast
It’s fun he craves, this silly beast
He’ll race the house, he’s down right wild
As if he were a manic child!
With toys and things he’ll dance and twist
But there’s one thing that can’t be missed.
The hall—With shrieks of joy, he will insist
Open up that door!—can i resist?
There pleasures lurk we find mundane
But smells and sounds are his terrain.
Out, out he goes, to roam and sniff
I’m glad he loves his birthday gift!
What’s next? What’s next…
Must i be so vexed?
Please help me Mew
Without a diddle do
To think this through.
Voila! The thinking turban!
Betwixt his ears, a bit askew
It sits, this relic from CAThmandu.
Me thinks that it shall do!
And Mew, so lavishly festooned
It’s up to you
So please stay tuned!
What to do? What to make?
Mounds of fluffy hair is what I’ll take.
Mounds and mounds as soft as air
From my Gaia cat so fair.
Mounds and mounds begging to go
Into a necklace? Soon I will know…