Sable Grey Shadow

Sable Grey Shadow

by Laura Summerville Reed


My little night owl with yellow-green eyes

You fly into my bed; attitude arch

slender tail, too, as if in question,

“Why was I not invited here?”

Insinuating yourself

between me and my work,

my laptop, my pen and paper,

my book or bed fellow

You curl in with a few conversational mews

And expletive flick, flick, flick of your tail

to ensure it’s understood the former slight

has been taken to heart

and shall not be soon forgotten


Cinereous little goddess

My sable-grey shadow

You demand fidelity of me

You whine and pout and hide,

Destroy the edges of rugs and slap the dog

when you don’t get your way

yet, you turn your head from me

and flirt brazenly

with the nearest hand, shin,

table leg, or even the dog

if I call you to my side


You’ve learned the intent of an outstretched hand

reaching to stroke your sleek, lithe frame

before you’re ever touched

Anticipation sets your motor to purr

for the soothing attentions to come

You raise your cuneate shaped face

to meet my palm

Yet, even from hooded eyelids

you know the subtle difference

in the angle of my wrist

if I think to disturb your place of rest

You’re already screeching

like a howler monkey

and making your protests known

with kicks and venomous spit

Oh! My inimitable little shrew

its well, indeed, you are so small

With a will as strong as yours

I fear it would be me who “doth protest too much.”


How could I have known when I rescued you,

scrawny tuft of grey fur with a

skinned-up chin and a ‘Star Money’

look out on the street, that I’d be getting

such a jealous, selfish, passionate, little love?

©LSR 2010

My Little Kitty

by Laura Summerville Reed

My little kitty has a grey-pink nose

My little kitty’s whiskers are stitched in rows

My little kitty’s tail goes twitch, twitch, twitch

My little kitty is a bitch, bitch, bitch

©LaLeSu 2010

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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

That second poem down 'nar is the one I'd write. I just don't understand why there's no butt-flavored cat food!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Haha! That made me LOL!

Meet Quin, my little kitty, short for Quintessential - she is indeed the true nature of the beasts!


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lorlie6 6 years ago from Bishop, Ca

Hey there! I've also wondered why they don't make dog food that tastes like cat sh*t. It'd sell like mad!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Perhaps it does, Laurel! lol.

This bit of thoughtless, feline inspired prose is for you, Charlie. Waiting to see how much shit you put in the food dish, haha!


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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

I really enjoyed these two "catty" poems! Your cat looks like she is the boss of the house!

Love and peace

Tony


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, Tony - and pound for pound her attitude definitely carries the most weight around here, lol.


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

Oh my! I just voted this UP! I don't know when I've so completely enjoyed someone's skill with poetry - and her subject. You are GOOD!!!!

And, I'm a bit ashamed to admit it - but I'm very reserved about praising most amateur poetry. It so seldom has the finess, the love-affair with the words and subject to convey itself as a visceral experience, like a song, almost. Yours has it in every line!!

It also makes me so keenly aware of my two preciouos kitties who went on to wherever good kitties go. They truly do all those things as you described them - except in their case - the slapping was performed by Camille on her brother, Toulouse when he made a fuss which delayed their feeding! She sat like a little lady and waited by her bowl while he carried on with his demanding voice and stopped the action if "daddy" were the one making the food. She'd finally tire of it, get up - walk over, box his ears, and go sit back down by her bowl.


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katiem2 6 years ago from I'm outta here

I love this, very good expression of the love for ones cat...I have shhhhh (three of my own) They are magnificent! LOVE LOVE LOVE This hub and your writing prowless.... Thanks and Peace :)


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Nellieanna, this is high praise indeed, of which I'm humbled and I bit frightened and very much encouraged, thank you, dear lady. And thank you for sharing the vignette of your very own Camille and Toulouse. I can just picture it. Cat's are such wonderful creatures with personalities too complex for many. It divides the masses, lol, For instance my Quin is a most secretive little loner who craves nearly constant attention, - much like her "master!" (and I use that term loosely.)

Katie, yes, magnificent! If you don't believe it, just ask one. Not to worry; even very large cats are still quite small, three is not too many, lol. I'm so glad you enjoyed this and thank you for taking the time to read it.

Love to all ~ Laura


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dallas93444 6 years ago from Bakersfield, CA

You are on your way... Great job.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, Dallas, that is much appreciated!


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fashlon 6 years ago from New York

i love this poem,


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you so much, Fashion. I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's good to see you!


SilverGenes 6 years ago

Nellieanna said it very well. This had me involved from your first words to the end - wonderful!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you and thank you, again for reading and leaving kind words, SilverGenes, it is greatly appreciated.


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A.A. Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

I actually dated someone who acted like this. She even tried to use me as a scratching post. Hmm...


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Oh! My dear Augustine, I can see how any being over about the 7lb mark with these characteristics would be too much for any man!


Spolly Joonerist 6 years ago

d'aww :D


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, Bonnie ;)

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    Micky Dee 6 years ago

    Had a cat named Freckles who would ride around in my van curled around my neck. Had another named Zero that rode around on my neck while I rode a bicycle. Thanks!


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    lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

    I've always had cats, can't imagine life without them. They're so independent and needy, loving and greedy, all at the same time; mysterious little packages of vice and virtue.

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