![]() Cats.A Poem by JohnL![]() Yes, all ours - first a black and white moggie, then joined by a Burmese, and followed bt a Siamese. Each its own'persona' - frequently 'non grata'.![]()
Cats
Cats? Cats?
I’m tickling one right now.
It purrs; nuzzles my hand for more.
Later, I try again;
It glares at me
Then licks frantically
At defiled fur.
Cats are perverse, you see.
In the garden,
Stalking Stealth slithers,
Chin on the ground,
Bottom up and swaying,
Pouncing. Two cats scamper
Joyfully.
Cats like fun, you see.
The same action pose,
The same pounce;
This time, a welter of feathers.
No fun now; not with a bird.
With a mouse,
The cruel stalk and play of death ensues;
Only the cat has fun.
Cats can be cruel, you see.
Feed a cat,
Not from the same tin twice,
Dear me no!
It may condescend to the odd prawn though,
And not there again;
It sits gazing at where, this time
It chooses to dine.
Cats are fussy, you see.
When your desire for a snuggle
And a cat’s coincide,
Cats have no equal
In the recesses of your neck,
Warming the shoulder,
Pacifying with a
Throaty, throbbing growl;
Comfortable cats
Think they’re motorbikes, you see.
My caterwauling, catatonic,
Catastrophic little friend,
Cataplexed, I see you crouching
Silent on your catamount,
Watching juicy birds fly by,
Catch a bird? What me?
Categorically stating,
Catechismically relating. Even from the
Catacomb.
Cats are innocent, you see.
© 2008 JohnLAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on June 5, 2008 Author![]() JohnLWirral Peninsula, United KingdomAboutI live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..Writing
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