It’s November and long-time readers of my column know that my November column is always devoted to gravy – my most favorite part of Thanksgiving! This year, I have taken pen to paper and crafted a sonnet that purr-fectly captures my feelings to the golden elixir. Jean Luc is a poet (and I didn’t even know it!)
Ode to Gravy (by Jean Luc)
Oh, golden river, savory stream,
You flow through every feline dream.
A silky shimmer, warm and deep,
You haunt the edges of my sleep.
No toy, no mouse, no feathered prey
Could tempt me from your siren sway.
For when you glisten on my plate,
I purr, I swoon — I salivate.
A drip upon the chicken breast,
A pool where tender morsels rest.
You soak, you swirl, you bless each bite,
My whiskers twitch with pure delight.
I lick, I lap, I beg for more,
Then paw politely at the floor.
The humans laugh — they think it’s cute,
(Their gravy’s safe… until I scoot.)
Oh, nectar born of kitchen art,
You fill the hollow in my heart.
Forget the crunch, the dry buffet —
I live, I breathe, for gravy day.
— Jean Luc, Corporate Spokescat for Orlando Cat Café and Poet 🐾
Wishing you all a very Happy Thanksgiving (and don’t forget the gravy!)
