King Chuck sits so still,
and, seemingly, free of verve.
He begins to stir
then stretch, race and crash sidelong
into me — with affection.
© 2021 Susan Joy Clark
This was written as part of the Tanka Tuesday challenge, hosted by Colleen M. Chesebro. For this challenge, we had to use synonyms of life and move in our poems.
In just a little end note, King Chuck is not my cat, but a cat I take care of from time to time. I have been the recipient of many of those funny, affectionate crashes. I also agree that his name is very comical.