SUPPLE KILLER

To stroke
her supple
tortoiseshell body
is most pleasing
emissions of
satisfying trills
but for
the headless
bird carcasses she brings

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

She loves you, rutherford. Our cat always brought us gifts after her nights out on the town. Just have to grin and bear it. Good one!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Rutherford - Now this is quite different from the last...Good to read your work…Thanks for the invite to read your thoughts to paper at Writers Café...I'm back to work with copy writer and doing my best to write 1000 words a day...and a subject you do not get to choose...will be busy the next few months...so I will read all RR"s might just take a bit longer to get a review...hope you understand...plus promote my book: The Onyx - Vena Amoris...for late next month release…I have very little time on my hands…making the most of everyday and taking today to read as many as I can…keep writing and sharing your creative talent here and elsewhere…

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

This had me smiling. As your poems always do. ;)

[Pryde Foltz]

How ungrateful. Lol. Funny write.

[Rita L. Sev]

This one paints a vivid picture, John - I have known the hunting prowess of the feline, which must be praised, in spite of the ick factor... :)

[OTownPete]

Though domesticated never doubt that they are hunters by nature. The fact that you are the recipient of her catches says a lot about you. Your friend in words, Pete

[Michael G. Smith]

This my favorite style of poetry. I am not sure it there is a defining label. Subtly enigmatic by the writer, but left with just enough definition for the reader that there may be several metaphoric meanings. (If any of this makes sense). I watched a documentary if I remember correctly on the leopard and how it places a perfect paralyzing bite on the back of its preys neck. A precision of pressure, puncturing with merely its two cuspid teeth.

[Tam Warink]

...and yet you are one of the pride, the great male Lion that gathers his stride and walks the concrete Serengeti on those days when the faux gazelle come out to play. She strives to fulfill her code of life that predisposes her to follow the path of the huntress and lay that delectable offering at your feet. Eat, rejoice, sleep; extol her virtues and bring not upon her shame for these gifts she brings to honor thy name. Roar!