Ginger Man: There’s always one man in your life you can rely on even when another goes away, snuggling close, biting gently, showing affection in unexpected ways., A piece about quiet companionship and the comfort found in familiar company.
My Ginger Man and Me
There he is, snuggled next to me
All nice and quiet, not something I usually see
Except after breakfast,
That’s when he fancies a cuddle with me
It’s not because he’s cold,
There are warmer places than me
Like near the radiator over the back of the settee
Where it’s blasting out heat
He’s not silly,
He knows the best places to sleep
But after breakfast it’s definitely next to me
He’s all quiet, breathing gently,
He stretches out next to me
Giving a little snore,
Then a tweet if I touch him unexpectedly
He just about stirs
But settles back down immediately
I think he likes me,
He’s even very gentle when he bites me
I’m so glad he wants to stay with me
When I’m unwell he doesn’t challenge me
Which is quite sweet
He doesn’t need me to make decisions
He’s quite happy to snuggle all day
Just so long as he gets fed and watered along the way
This is usually the time that I write my poetry
Him and me syncing quietly
When I read my poem out aloud to figure out
Whether it’s ready to be read to a crowd
His ears give a slight twitch
He’s still listening to me
Voicing his opinion silently
He listens to the neighbour next door,
When he’s on his way back home
From work in the early morn
His throaty exhaust giving a roar
Making sure that we hear him
From a distance along the road
He gets closer, parks up,
His car finally closing its throat
My man doesn’t stir, it’s not important you see
He’s just happy touching me, leg over mine
Grabbing my heel gently, head near my feet,
He stretches and grips me
And even though I’d love another cup of tea
There’s no way I’d disturb him,
Not this early
Although he’s not usually considerate of me
I’m so glad we’re together him and me
It’s been a long time now
I don’t need to be ashamed
That he occasionally shares my bed,
Quite often with his head near my chest
It’s been two long years but I’m so pleased
This lovely man has stayed with me
Even though it was touch and go last year for him
When he was at death’s door but he recovered
Thankfully
Now with ears perked up
He’s finally decided to move, slightly
He turned around still touching me
He stares, eyes wide and inquisitive
When I stroke his bum
His tail twitches gently
Well, who did you think I was sharing my life with today
Of course, it’s Herr Ob, my fabulous ginger cat, hehe
Now I think it’s time for a read whilst I sit and sip my tea
Come on now, admit it, you want to join me.
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