Little Renegade


Little renegade, object of my awe,

Preening your golden fur

In the mystery of my cozy garden,

Crouching in a ray of sunlight,

What brings you to this tender feast of home?


Your feline pride as pompous

As a courtier before a King,

Your throne embedded where you think

I can not see, and yet-

How scandalous it is

For both of us to be so shy

When nothing but my glance

And your reply

Would bind us to a single life

That neither man or cat

Can live without their common bond of time.


Ted Goodell

October 8, 2009

Ted welcomes and appreciates your comments. Go ahead, leave one. Thank you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s