To Leave the Tall Grass

a cat-tales poem

He's way too sleepy

To leave the tall grass

Doc ain't in the mood

For moving his "sass"

He doesn't want scratches

He'd much rather pass

`Cause he's way too sleepy

To leave the tall grass

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2026 

Author's Note

A quickie based on my favorite cat snubbing me

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A contented cat, found his spot and nothing’s going to shift him until he is ready. I love cats and your poem made me smile. I understood it perfectly Jim.

Chris

[John Sullivan]

Love this. Reminds me of my old cat, who loved to prowl the outdoors in the sunshine. And in the snow. And everything in between. Couldn't keep that cat inside. He'd come in at night though, and be a lap cat for a few hours every night. Quality time, right there.