The following poem, which I am not good at creating, is created by a real life conversation I had with my husband, while I was soaking my hip and ankle. The question I ask about the cats, I did ask him, and those are his responses.
A Conversation with the Husband
By: Tracie L. Hicks
Fire ant in hip
Scurrying down my stump,
Engulfing my paw.
Snake restricts
Unable to shift.
Hot water,
Epsom salt.
Subdue the sting,
Relax the grip.
"Come, my husband.
Sit a spell
And answer me this,
Why do I love cats?"
No thought, no concern.
Words found their way
Through the maze
He did say,
"Because you’re a psychopath."
Once again, I did ask,
"Why do I love cats?"
Small thought,
Some concern.
Wheels turning,
Then he churned,
"Because they're fluffy and cuddly."
Third attempt
I did seek,
"Why do I love cats?"
Candle lit in his eyes.
The joker came through.
With no concern
Out of the tunnel
The river of words did flow,
"For the same reason, I love your breasts."
Sitting in my pond
Full of salt,
Suddenly, it clicked.
Just for a moment
The Fire ant and
The Snake
Both drown.
My husband did tell me why I love cats.
Cats distract,
Cats make me laugh,
Cats make me forget.
Just like he did.
He distracts,
He made me laugh,
He made me forget
About the Fire ant and the Snake.
