O gray cat,
Often have I sought your wise counsel;
You stink of fish,
You never blink,
And you are happy as a cloud.
Take your heedless head out of that trash can
And tell me what to do now--
It is Ann,
O Ann...
She will not love me.
Stop batting at yellow butterflies long enough to tell me
Why she must be so cruel
And so carelessly beautiful.
Try to keep your eyes open long enough
As you doze on the porch rail,
To tell me why
O why
My heart must break?
She would love you!
She would clap her hands and follow you like a sweet breeze,
Holding out her heart like tea on a tray!
Shall I
Stick my head in the garbage can?
Shall I
Bat at yellow butterflies and then
Doze off as she pours out her heart
As I am doing with you now?
She might throw an old shoe at both of us, you know--
Still, I will set out sweet cream
In the gray dawn each day;
Set it out with my hopes
Til, gray cat,
You steal them away.
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I've never had cats, but I enjoy this poem of cat personality....'stick my head in the trash can too'...love that
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy the new perspective you provide to me this; time a cats-eye view.
ReplyDeleteI will take mine with coffee!
Hi Stephanie, and thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed this. Gray cats are a special symbol for me. It's a long story. ;-)
ReplyDeleteLOL Marty, coming right up, sir! Well, I've written from the point of view of a ghost, the bathroom sink and a bunch of others, so why not a kitty? Meeeowwww. :-)
Ann is obviously blind of the heart.
ReplyDeletehere's to sipping tea and cream with our dreams way outside the perview of Ann...meoooowwwww...miracles, k-
ReplyDeleteDelightful!
ReplyDeleteMeows all around!
I love cats ! I found your poem delightful and lovely.
ReplyDeleteFire, u are sooooooooooo good!!! I love your poetry, and to be very honest , I've never taken a true interst in poety, but yours, to me, seems sooooo different, it really makes me smile and think. Thank you for visiting my blog, and being my friend,regardless of our different points of view :) Take care and love is all good. Hope to talk soon.
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You are so amazing with images! I really like this gray cat poem. It says a lot about Ann that you are searching for advice from a cat, when cat’s are notoriously independent and carefree. Awesome work!
ReplyDeleteI love all of your comments! Thank you for them! :-)
ReplyDeleteI oftentimes find myself musing to my black cat when I'm moody and what-have-you.... but she never responds either. She'd rather claw my thighs while she fluffs a new comfy spot to lay, lol
ReplyDeleteMy pussy nearly caught a little birdie this last week. (Oh boy, that sounds bad, ha!) I saved it, but allowed the torture to continue long enough to take a piccy first. I'm horrible, I know.
ReplyDeleteLoved, loved, loved this - did grey cat deign to advise, or did she remain Spinx-like and mutely above it all?
Aw, lol, Lil Bit. Btw, be forewarned my dreamgirl, as discussed at your blog, may be making an appearance here at WG very soon! ;-)
ReplyDelete!!!! Shrinkyyyyyy lol! Well, Grey Cat remained unmoved by my pretty pleas. But that is how Grey Cats are, they care only for themselves and other grey cats!
oooooooooo! - looking fwd to her appearance! =D
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