“Like A Cat” by Diane Webster

How like a cat I wish to be –
to curl up like a cinnamon roll
on a warm lap just my size
like when I nestled between Dad’s side
and arm in perfect fit…
to rub and purr beneath my owner’s hand
as she scratches my cheek
as she smooths my fur from head
to back and up my tail until
static electricity tingles my feet
like handing Mom my first
crayon masterpiece and feeling
her smile curl my toes…
to be picked up and hugged
for coming home when called
like standing in front of relatives
who examine my parents’ work.








Diane Webster’s goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Illya’s Honey, River Poets Journal and other literary magazines.