Perky Poets Society

Who knows the nose of a cat knows
when pressed to cheek in early morn
is cool to touch.
If it were not so, we might miss
the train,
the plane,
the deal,
and slumber on with cheek so warm.
Who knows not the nose of a cat
knows nothing much, needs alarm.
Who knows the cat’s nose knows all,
and needs no wake-up call.