Fourteen Ways - A Parody Re-post for Poetry Review

Fourteen Ways of Looking at my Siamese Companions
(A Parody of ‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird’ by Wallace Stevens

I
Upon the old recliner
The gentle rise and fall
Of furred feline forms show life.

II
I watched as one small chest,
Began to heave.
What terrors in his dream?

III
The small cat has never ventured out.
What demon can he fear?

IV
He and his twin
United.
Within these walls, they and we
Are family.

V
So alike and yet each one
Has his own identity
One resembling a kitten,
The other golden aged
And yet - they’re twins.

VI
Toochuk moving like a glacier
Can seem still
Yet there he is again upon me.
Hoychee has no need for stealth.
He expects
All to bend to his will
And advances with deliberation.

VII
They love the sun
And migrate hourly seeking warmth.
Do not try to read or eat
When rays fall on the table.
Deluded human!

VIII
And then when night falls,
The sun no longer penetrates.
One can be found
Toasting his chest beside the heater,
Singeing fur.

IX
When two Siamese are out of sight,
They vocalize
And almost sing their thoughts.

X
And if I’m feeling sorrow
They commiserate.
Comforting with their presence
Until the storm has passed.

XI
One sits upon the microwave
Beside the cupboard
Where he knows catnip is kept.
When I comply
The scent will bring his brother
From anywhere.

XII
I mete out the weed.
Two felines, stoned again.

XIII
In my bed they know their place.
Or, I know mine.
It is the section they leave for me
When each has claimed
The part he likes the best.

XIV
Their elegance is evident
In everything they do
They merely move to demonstrate
An infinite command
Of studied nonchalance and grace.