Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: On All Things Feline (posted by Anmol)
Your prompt for today is to consider the nature, lives, times, et al. of our feline friends/enemies/gods/children. You don’t have to write about the cats if you don’t want to do that, but rather imbibe the cat-spirit in your poems.
‘I meant,’ said Ipslore bitterly, ‘what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?’ Death thought about it. ‘Cats,’ he said eventually. ‘Cats are nice.’
— Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
If that is my dinner
I prefer eating out
where the lights are dimmer.
Until then, I shall pout.
I decide when to sit on your lap;
Please do not pick me up.
Our communication has a gap,
you confuse me with a pup.
All in all, I enjoy being stroked
especially behind my ears.
I purr except when I am poked
by children who should not be here.
You know those tiny cat treats?
Well you never give me enough.
Gravy is a must on my chicken meat,
after all, I’m a cute ball of fluff.
Wonderful poem Sara, and the rhyme is smooth and easy — and this is funny! Loved it! 🙂
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Thanks, Rob!
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I see who’s calling the shots in your world. There could be worse masters 🙂
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And I don’t even have one right now.
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There is a kitty out there, waiting for you 😉
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Too soon with my two dogs, both of which had the runs for two days. My hands are raw from cleaning.
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Ha! You denote that individuality of the cats so well — the rhymes and rhythm are spot-on. 🙂
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Thanks, Anmol!
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Cats are divas… but give them food and they are content enough to let them pat you a little bit.
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On their own time schedule.
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That’s just what they are thinking. (K)
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But of course!
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