Sixth Sense (poem)

She knows
Of those
Who do not care
For paws
And claws
And feline hair.

For kicks
She licks
The very one
Who tries
To rise
And deftly shun
The purr,
The fur,
The whiskered face
Of that
Darn cat
Who seeks a place
To nap:
That lap
She likes the best
Is there -
Right square
Upon the guest
Who blows
His nose
And starts to sneeze...
The one
Undone
By allergies!