Crazy Cats

 

Someone’s knocking at my door.

I wonder who it could be.

Thunder rumbling

Under the bed?

Flying Walendas in the kitchen?

Teens racing, chasing round the entry circle

Up and down the staircase,

 Jumping and flying the last 6 steps

Doing trills on the piano

Demanding breakfast at 4:30

“Oh weren’t you up yet?

Playing hide and seek,

Sneaking outside in a burst of energy!

Crazy Cats

Finally feeling at home