(This amusing poetry arrived in our inbox and we knew right away that we had to share it with you. We had no idea that cats were so poetic, though we did recognize their attitude. A hat tip to Nancy for sending this along. Enjoy!)
Cat Haiku
The food in my bowl Is old,
and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
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So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle’s closer.
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There’s no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don’t tell you where.
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Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
—-
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
—-
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow’s taken.
—-
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I’ve lost interest.
—-
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
—-
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
—-
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
—-
My affection is conditional.
Don’t stand up,
It’s your lap I love
—-
Cats can’t steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail’s
Pulled again, I’ll learn.
—-
I don’t mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
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So you call this thing
Your “cat carrier.” I call
These my “blades of death.”
—-
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I’m convinced:
You’re an idiot.
