St. Tara,
Patron of Tuna
By Tara Provenzano

At my home on certain occasions,
Our cats praise me,
Beg me,
Plead with me.
Just a little?
Is something left for me?
Seven cats swim around my feet.
A dance of begging and anticipation.

A dinner bell, a can opener turning,
Drive felines crazy.
Line up, dance, and meow for dinner.
Cat food simply cannot compare,
With the delight of tuna fish!

I get the broth,
Claimed and drank,
Without question, delicious.
Giving in to noise and mayhem,
I leave a can on the floor,
Ransacked of fish,
A short battle for livelihood ensues.

With the can now empty,
Licked clean and overturned.
All eyes on me,
The Patron of Tuna,
St. Tara of Cats.