Lancelot's
Space
Summers here vacations that run away
Suite cases on the bed packed to the rim
Where's my space, cat's need more time
Oh my! No room left I have tried to thin
Usually no one listens even my friends
Oh well alone at last to romp and play
No adults to fear with no's and can't
And afternoon for me to sleep all day
As the sun warms the window panes
My nose against looking upon the day
My fleece lined basket surrounds me
Warm and cozy peeking, ready to flee
Within the shadows that dance so free
Attracted by the quiet beyond my sight
As the door opens with a beam of light
Whoa, their back to spoil me some more
Running full speed while my legs soar
Purring with delight rolling on the floor
Written by: Wayne Norman
© March: 1991