Got A List?

Some people make lists.

Lists of things they've got to do.

Lists of favourite things.

Shopping lists.

Some keep a grudge list.
A tally of all the things
someone has done 'wrong' over the years.

I say forgive. Let go.
Live and let live. But no,
they can't. Or won't.

If Toffee looks, tonight,
as if he's got a list
and is out to get me,
I know he's only playing.

But if he had kept a tally,
I could forgive him for that.
Because he wouldn't know any better.
He's a cat.


What's so funny?

Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011