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The Cat (poem)

Updated on December 20, 2015

Somewhere buried near the terrace

He is lurking there for me

Darkened eyes of night

Emitting pail moon light

It was the cat

Imagine that


Hence I harkened to the menace

As he beckoned “Come pray see”

He brushed by near the floor

Then slammed and locked the door

It was the cat

Imagine that


With disgust I climbed a lattice

To a window near its tree

What face awaited there

Demonic was his glare

It was the cat

Imagine that


Through the window into my place

Hapless thought, I now stood free

For there atop my stairs

To end my life’s affairs

It was the…

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most creative poetry. I shall read this to Sid as he sits beside me purring.

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      Victoria Lynn 2 years ago

      Oh, I love the rhythm, the tale that is told--anything about cats! Love it!

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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      Liked the rhymes and the playful form.

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 2 years ago from Philippines

      This is a lovely poem. I imagine it as a children's story, children will surely love the rhythm and the story of the cat and the humor of the man who owns the house.