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Cat Poems: A Cat and His Human Wax Poetic
(written by a human)
The biggest, soul-searchlights fill his face.
He is a lover and empath sporting eyes of early spring’s bud-green.
Whether they inspect my face to say good morning or
to ask “Will you kindly open the closet door so that I may play in my
secret cat cave,”
there is nothing but good will in those big bean eyes.
it is a different set of eyes
to the cat siblings he teases and torments
and to the winged creatures, aviators he wishes he could snatch
if only he could pounce through the window screens.
Yet, to his human daddy and mama
those eyes give only bottomless love
matching his motorboat purr when snuggling between us.
And when he wriggles into the most perfect valley of blankets and humans
the lids drift down over those huge, wondering eyes
and he soundlessly falls asleep.
(written by a human cat owner on vacation)
I see cat hair, mostly Sammy’s long white ones,
on the back of my blue rucksack.
Without warning it takes me back to mi familia,
To where I was eight hours ago -
A very good place.
Whether the clouds press me down or
The sun shines on my skin,
I have the love from my cats in my soul.
If I was as big as they
(written by Skeeter the cat)
I am so much more talented
Than my huge clumsy dad.
I leap to heights six times my length -
I am a strapping lad.
I know each spot where food is kept,
can open every door,
but can’t quite get the lids undone;
Is that what thumbs are for?
If I was big and had some thumbs
I wouldn’t need to beg,
cajole, entreat, put on an act –
I’d just eat by the keg.
And then I’d open every door:
No knobs would slow me down.
I’d run outside and in again,
Chase birds, and go to town!
I am a hunter brave and bold
As ordained by my genes;
But now I just act out my moves -
Held back by window screen.
Boy, I could really terrorize
These birdies big and fat.
They would not stand a fighting chance:
I’m an astounding cat!
The Good Life
A Cat’s Prayer
(written by a grateful cat, temporarily escaped from inside)
Oh God Creator,
Oh my God – I’m out. I’m outside!
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!
It smells so wonderful and those humans are so slow.
Thank you for this playground of nighttime prowling.
What’s that smell?
God, did you create all these beings? How can I take it all in?
Thank you, God, for my night vision.
Oh how I pity all those small creatures that cannot see.
Wait – there is a smell I find I do not like.
Why is it foul out here? – there is a cat-like being with stripes
But its tail is very bushy and it is rank.
Thank you, God, for my legs which can run and leap.
It is damp and cool. I will lick the wet leaves.
Should I run as far as I can? Should I go under the neighbors’ deck again ?
This is a marvelous world, my wonderful God!
I will circle the house thirty times and no one will see me.
I think I can go past my back yard; this is so much fun.
God, you understand me.
You must be the King of Cats.
© 2012 Maren Elizabeth Morgan