Musing Over The Warmth of A Fur Coat

A poem inspired by grooming my cats, feeling the cold, and letting my thoughts wander.

Colors of Fur. Clockwise from left: Spot, Canth, Pip, and Spooky. Grooming, photography, and cropping by Author.

It’s a rather cold day,
the cats eat much more,
for it takes quite a mouthful
to grow all that new fur.

I know that it’s wrong
to have jealousy-
But don’t you think fur
would look good on me?

Nothing too fancy,
but a nice winter coat
would not go amiss
when frigid airs bloat.

I’ll doff it in Spring
when warmness returns.
then perhaps knit a sweater,
and see what that earns.

How lovely it’d be
to flop into bed
and be covered in fluff
from toes up to head.

A long brindle coat,
I think might be nice.
Mayhap something with points,
or something in stripes?

The wind would mean nothing,
the cold I’d laugh at!
“I’m wearing six layers;
haute…