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What's Going On Here?

Updated on January 30, 2012

You May Think You Know the Answer


Mouths open, seeking target;

Limbs thrashing, all entwined.

Heaving, thumping;

Breathing hard.


Rolling, twisting;

Reaching, writhing,

Desire is clear,

The finish is near.


They break apart

And start again.

Oh, the fun,

The pleasure—pain!


The chase; the conquest

All in vain.

For none has won, and none has lost;

Tomorrow, we shall play again.


Big-time wrestlers

Have no moves

Like kittens at play.



The Inspiration

The ending line of this bit of nonsense clues you in to the objects of the concept behind this poem. We have a pair of 5-1/2 month-old kittens, sisters, who play and incessantly wrestle. Naturally, this is normal (and amusing) kitten behavior as they hone their stalking and attack skills, as if they were still big, bad wildcats.

However, the secondary inspiration is Hub Pages own epigramman, and his witty poetic commentary with an unexpected satirical twist at the end. As I watched the kittens, my mind started seeing them from that perspective, and I thought I'd try my hand at writing such a piece. I suspect that one of his most recent works, "Rump Roast," was to blame for the tone of this bit of mischief.


by Liz Elias, January 27, 2012

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    India Arnold 5 years ago from Northern, California

    Love this! Those two sisters are adorable!

    HubHugs~

    K9

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    Liz Elias 5 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Hi, K9keystrokes--

    Thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed. I think I may yet tinker with the sequence of the final stanza...

    ;-)

    Poetry is never "finished."

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    Loi-Renee 5 years ago from Jamaica

    You got me there Ms Lizzy. Kittens were far from my mind LOL. Thanks for another amazing one.

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    Liz Elias 5 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Hello, Loi-Renee--

    Hee hee... I'm glad you enjoyed this bit of nonsense. Thanks very much.

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    Riviera Rose 4 years ago from South of France

    Love it, and love your cats! Mine used to have boxing matches, jump apart in a huff and in five minutes would be snuggled up together again. Ahhhh.

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    Liz Elias 4 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Hello, Riviera Rose,

    Thanks very much. I'm delighted you enjoyed this bit of nonsense. Those two are now a little over a year old, and still at it...along with 4 of our other 5 kitties....the eldest is stoned out on medication to control her epilepsy, so she doesn't play; mostly sleeps or wanders aimlessly, and swears at the others if they bump into her while playing. ;-)

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    FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

    I loved this poem and beautiful photo. I have a cat who is mentally challenged and deaf. (We think maybe he had a birth injury, although we got him when he walked up to our house at age 7 months). He is very single focused, as every morning he tackles our neurologically disabled cat, engaging in WWF-style wrestling until the other one cries mercy. Both of them enjoy the rumble. It is crazy to watch this daily habit.

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    Liz Elias 3 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Hello, FlourishAnyway!

    I'm glad you enjoyed this silly poem. It sounds like you're very familiar with this sort of play, and your dear kitties sound so precious. Blessings upon you for taking care of kitties with disabilities. ... though it seems 'disability' is a human concept; the cats don't seem to think they are any different, bless their furry little hearts!

    The two girls, at this point, are about 2-1/2 years old, and they still stalk and tackle each other daily. The main sh** disturber is the smaller of the two, seen at the back of the chair in the photo. That's "Lil Miss Fuzz," so named because she was SO soft and fuzzy as a tiny kitten. She still is, and she is still very petite. Her sister, "Bobbie," is nearly pure white, with some flame point markings, and we think she may be part Ragamuffin, as the fur on her back between shoulders and tail is quite rough and a bit unruly, while the fur from her head to shoulders is velvety. She also has a stubby tail, hence her name.

    Thanks so much for your lovely comment and sharing the antics of your furry friends.

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