Jasper's Cries

Author’s Note: Hello everyone. I am so sorry for obstruction to this site which my long stay in Europe has forced upon me, but I am willing to exchange thoughts with you now- in more of a poetic fervor than ever I had! So please be kind to this poor soul. Thank you all ~

 

 Jasper’s Cries

 

My little cat meows,

Obstructed and leashed by,

These harsh thoughts I have,

When I glance into the eyes golden,

And explain the situation,

When he runs back from the open way,

Dashing back to my father’s path,

In order to seek his prey . . .

 

Those gorgeous smells that crease his face!

In the grime and sweat of furrowed,

Nests in little lines- he runs to!

  Breaking from the leash that I,

With my own thoughts cresting ashore-

His spirit, and his cries,

Rent from his being, tearing,

Down this artful maneuver-

That I tried using,

T o withhold his candor, inside my room.

 

But he meowed pitifully, like a babe-

And here he is back,

Into the hands of my dear dad,

In order so that he can-

Finally take my measures and my,

Censure of his candid fervor,

My dictates, my admonishing nature,

And twist the line of thoughts,

Into his own maneuvers . . .

 

Thus, as he wrung my heart, my pity, my sorrow,

He was unleashed to those smells of sweat,

And finally fled my room, in pursuit-

Of his favorite hobby.

 

Alas! What good am I here?