Thursday, March 19, 2009

Little Cat

Soft by night

Lazy by day

And her eyes are always

Far away.

Little Cat can't ever be yours

It's something other, something else she adores.

Her eyes are a green that's hard to define

And you wake up from dreams with her on your mind.

Little Cat cries in the dark all alone

And Little Cat knows she can never go home.

Sad Little Cat in love with the moon

If you care to touch her, do it soon.



Mama Zen said...

Very soft and gentle. Melancholy.

T said...

Hmmmm, I think I know Little Cat, something vaguely familiar, all the way down to the Green eyes...very nice.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Mama Zen and T.

Sometimes I like to write something very simple.

Riot Kitty said...


Shadow said...

is this soothing, or is this soothing. lovely writing!

Pouty Lips said...

I like how your comments section now says 'blooms.'

My son's cat's name is 'Little' and the Little pussy is so persnickety that sonny has to microwave Little's cat food. Seriously.

Daryl said...

Ahhhh again your words make pictures in my mind.

Blossoms .. nice!

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Hootin' Anni said...

That's can go so many ways with interpretation. Love it.

I've been skimming your blog [now that you have comments...yes, I do remember you!] ----and now I want some pink eggs.

Happy weekend. Do come by often for visits, I love having you for company.

Jannie Funster said...

This is very true of cats.

And love.

And the moon.

Scarlet said...

Beautiful. You make me want to adopt an untouchable little cat with green eyes.

Pete said...

lovely post

kim said...

One little click of the keyboard and now I can't stop reading your blog.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Beyond funny -- extreme talent, that's what I'm thinking.

Glad I stumbled on to your blog.