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Details | Quintella | |

The Tiger In His Glory

A stealthy tiger stalks his prey
His eyes alight with cunning gleam;
And tho' the world may peaceful seem
The lissome springboks graze and play --
The danger lurks, not far away

He crouches low, his muscles taught
While calculations fill his mind
The perfect arc of force to find;
His quarry, still without a thought
Of what design the tiger sought

The tiger springs, the creatures flee
His mighty limbs with awesome force 
Perform their planned and deadly course;
Now lies the springbok piteously
Forever torn from things that be

And o'er his corpse presides the prince
His solid jowls bespecked with blood
His razor claws in crimson flood;
He glories in these trickling glints
That show his skill in ruby tints

And when the prince has et his fill
The birds descend to eat the rest
To feed the young ones in the nest;
But on the tiger roams at will
He's free to wander, hunt, and kill

Written on the twenty-eighth of July, 2013

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

Letting Callie Go

A full year it grew as dear Callie cat endured that stinking cancer. Night screams came, which pierced my heart. Only then could I let go. . .

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

Details | Fibonacci | |

O, the pain - - -

my cat is dead and I weep my heart is broken in a few seconds it was done I felt the life fading from her and she was so still and in her death she was beautiful and utterly at peace and all the pain was gone _________________________________ March 16, 2015 Fibonacci Entered in Any Poem #32 Contest, sponsor, A Poet Destroyer Honorable Mention

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Felisha Cat

For Felisha Cat

You walk through my thoughts
With the same sure-footed command
You walked through the house.
Your pitter-patter of feet
Pounds like a drum in my head.
No bowl in your special corner...
You thrive on the meat of my mind.
No wrinkles on my bed
Where your purring body slept...
Just my heart, crumpled
By the weight of your absence.
Gold-green eyes
That flashed warmth like a smile
Now bring hot tears
To my eyes in remembrance.
My lap is empty and cold...
It cannot hold memories
Full and warm, 
Alive with your image 
And the comfort you were.
You walk through my thoughts...
And the pain of your footprints will pass.

Sandra M. Haight
   First Published in Cat Fancy, October 1984

~1st Place~
Contest: I Love My Pets
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/25/2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle 
Judged: 09/30/2014

~7th Place~
Contest: My Pet
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 09/18/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Masnavi | |

Cat and Mouse

                           Cat and mouse

Within a garden somewhere out there,
Butterflies were dancing free from care.
Thousands of flowers loving the dance,
Love the lovers, and loving romance.
A lot of butterflies full of lust,
Drinking and dancing in love they trust.
Daffodil pitchers filled with the wine,
Drinking that wine was wholly divine.
Roses and jasmines fully bloomed,
Enchanted aromas sweetly perfumed.

From its hiding a devious mouse,
Saw the butterflies right from his house.
He ran to the garden, chased the fly,             
Grabbed and ate him as the day gone by.
Ate him like candy tenderly sweet,
The smell of jasmines made it complete.
Loving his food and loving its taste,
The mouse was happy nothing got waste.
Until he saw a ghostly shape,
Scary giant, he couldn’t escape. 
There was a cat with a smiley face,
growled and meowed and started the chase.
Running like wind, he didn’t gave in,
Hunting for food it’s never a sin.
He grabbed the mouse in a playful way,
ate him as a whole then rest all day.
The mouse tasted like jasmine and rose,
The flavor of butterfly joined with those.
The cat was happy and licked his paws,
Adored his power sharpened his claws.
Until the next day there was a dog!
With big shaggy tail, fat like a hog.
Ugly and old he ran after cat,
Hunted the cat and ate him like rat.
The dog was old and his fate foretold,
He died in winter when air was cold.
He died and buried and turned to dust
Nothing can escape from time and rust.
The months have passed and years gone by,
What else can we do except comply?

Living and dying is part of life.
Life and death in a constant strife. 

The flesh of the dog made the flowers grew,
Butterflies came with their lives renew.
Roses and jasmines grew one more time.
Butterflies dancing, dancing in rhyme
Another mouse and another cat,
The playful cat that ate up the rat.
Another dog and another feast,
After a while the death chose the beast.

Life is a circle, hooked like a chain.
Everything goes, and come back again.
There will be death for me and you
Like rose and jasmine the life renew.

3/12/16 Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


Copyright © Lucrezia Blanche Aguilar | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain | |

An Evening in with the Cat

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end

I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done

If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs

If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose

If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past

 If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh

So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.

Copyright © Lisa Hicks | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

Beloved Pets In The Hereafter

Our Beloved Pets await us in the place that follows this.
And when next I see them, each one I'll give a Kiss!
In my heart and soul - I know I'll find them there.
Believing otherwise would be too much to bare.

They're playing, pouncing, and keeping each other company.
Having lots of fun, frolicking, being happy and carefree.
They went on ahead of me for reasons I know not.
Each one a special treasure, that I really miss a lot!

If you've lost a Beloved Pet along life's weary way.
Keep them in your heart and mind until that joyous day.
Talk about them to your existing pets and reassure them to.
That should they go before you - your love for them rings true.

Our Beloved Pets do await us - in this I have no doubt.
Everything comes full circle, that is what life is all about.
So remember your pets with fondness as you travel down life's way.
Knowing that when the time is right with them you'll once again - PLAY!!!

Copyright © Tamara M. Kohlstaedt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Storms

Memories can be enemies
for they unwind the mind to past legacies,
and childhood melodies. 

His blazing amber eyes.
His words and love always wise.
How I grieve goodbyes!

I consume the ills
of multiple pills.
My body clanking in chiming chills.

waiting for my passing...
Suddenly, my cat starts sassing. 

Retreat! Retreat!
My sweet!
Do not accept Death's duly defeat!

Alas, I follow through 
and eject the poisonous stew.
Saved for now from my internal blue.

My fists pound on the ground over what I lost,
and my heart beats blood full of frost.
Oh, the cold calculating cost!

My father holds the Glock,
stopping the clock.
The final father/daughter talk.

Reaper reigns in his forever storm writhing, 
while Life is the lighting. 
Toast to souls forever reuniting.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Jimmy, El Nopalero

Nopalero = one who deals with/sells nopales [edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled paper littering the floors,
reeking of cat urine and layer upon layer
of dried and fresher feces.
These feral cats were your most faithful companions.
You thought yourself their benefactor and, perhaps, their savior.
We were told that, after your demise, when the door opened,
all 21 fled, never to return.  You left us,
unbathed, smelly, shunned, just weeks before 
your birthday, having almost (but not quite) 
suffered through 80 years, the last 30 
spent in bordertown Mexico.  You, daily, crossed
the bridge to claim your mail -- which (for a fee)
promised to guarantee you would be a winner
of lotteries, sweepstakes, miraculous windfalls.
You subsisted on senior coffees at McD's, 
on your pitiful government assistance.
You blamed your life on abuse by brothers
(all dead long before you) and you could not
understand why richer acquaintances --
virtually everyone -- were unwilling
to share with you their bounty.
In the plazas, you were a familiar sight,
selling whatever you could: you were "el viejo gringo,"
"el Jimmy," "el nopalero," and other less generous
(but, perhaps, appropriate) names.
You knew animals, had some expertise with birds.
Your chief preoccupation was yourself,
and your main complaint was 
that you never got your just desserts.
But no one deserves to end as you did -- unclaimed, 
a foreign body, interred in Mexico
in an unmarked pauper's grave: 
a "fosa comun."  You only wanted to be loved. 
RIP my friend; I did not mean to be unkind.

James Milford Pierson, 27 February 1934 - 2 February 2014.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification | |

My Girl And Me

Hello, my name is Pearl Smudges and I am a cat
I live in a beautiful apartment in an old building
With My Girl and until recently Violet Patches

    One day My Girl got the cat carrier out
    She put Violet Patches inside and left
    When she came back the carrier was empty

          And she was weeping

I rolled myself up in my blanket for three days
Slowly, sadly we are coming to terms with our loss
The end of grieving is just within reach

April 12, 2015


For the contest, Just Within Reach, sponsor, John Lawless

Fourth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |







Copyright © Tom Hitt | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

'Death Of A Bird'

A pretty bird Sang upon a fence Until a cat jumped to pull a wing down Sad little bird lay on the ground within sharp claws Trembling Struggling With no real hope Her feeble attempts doomed No more will I hear her sweet song on the fence Sadness Finished The cat moves on Close by a nest of babies wait Pretty bird looks one final time at the sky One last chirp Verse November 28, 2012

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Dying Cat

I saw your form, dear dying cat
On a winter's night un-snowing
Lying there across my path.
I rushed from my car unknowing
Of when you'd met with the fatal blow
That left you lying still.
Whether ‘twas swift or painfully slow,
Your dying took not your will
For crouching beside you, I saw you respire
And chose to pick you up.
I desperately hoped you wouldn't expire
As your head I did gently cup.

I searched for one who would surely miss
Affections you must have shown,
And I felt somehow I'd be remiss
To let you die alone.
So door to door I nearly ran,
But no one gave a care.
Your eyes I frequently would scan
To see the light still there.
But then as I was cradling you,
You breathed your final breath.
I sensed your soul release. It flew,
And I was holding death.

Oh, could you tell, dear dying cat,
Before your soul did pass,
I cared? I quietly grieved, and with that,
I placed your corpse on the grass.

for PD's a poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku | |


 cat, death, dog, drink, flower, rain, water,

My begonias died today
They sucked up all their water
It rained cats and dogs!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Dead-Drunk Begonia

 cat, death, dog, flower, nature, rain,

It rained cats and dogs
My begonia bit the dust!
Dead-drunk begonia!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy | |

A Christmas Memory

A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.

For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza

Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Black Jungle Cat

Several women were in the breezeway
Going from the sanctuary to the Fellowship Hall.
On either side of the French doors,
They gazed out the large windows in fear.
As I walked up to them, one of them asked
In hopeless desperation, "Who will go outside
And get the supplies for us."  They looked at each other.
She said this because the enemy was on our shores,
Patrolling every city, great and small.  I saw the armies.
People were afraid to venture outside their houses.
There were no soldiers in the street at this time.
It was a clear day.  I said to them, "I will go."
I opened and closed one French door and felt it...
FEAR was thick.  It crouched like a black jungle cat,
Panther or jaquar, lurking in the brush for prey.
My eyes were wide open as I walked the distance
Of the Staff's parking area.  There was a chamber 
Underground set aside for certain supplies.  
The enemy's presence was strong as I looked around.
I think I had to unlock its door before I opened it.
I took what was needed and walked through Fear.
I never saw him, but the enemy's threat to pounce
Was felt with each step until I quickly reached the porch
And entered back inside the church in front of the office.

(This is a dream I had the year after 9/11.)

Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku | |

lune 1 - eternal love

cat of love
although you are dead
still with me

August 2, 2015

Kelly Lune (American Haiku)

Inspiration, image # 4

For the contest, Pretty Little Lunes, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Seventh Place 

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Golden Cat

He dragged himself along a narrow corridor,
carrying a golden cat statue with him.
He walked as though the weight of the world
was on his shoulders, as he vomited
out thick blood. His favorite white shirt
was now red and wet. 
On his skin, veins were dark
and swollen, as though they wanted to explode!
It is picking the artifact
from  goddess Bastet’s shrine,
that made him to be as he was….

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Big Cat

Your advisory pursues the light
Like a beast that hunts 
in the night
Even after he has been fed
This animal won’t stop 
unless he’s dead.
The race is fixed 
the tackle is set 
The bangle tiger will 
cause him regret.

BY: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

My Cat

A nonchalant paw hangs, eye’s shut, ears open
My sentimental pretence maintains your interest
You do not know my cruelty, my brutality, my malice
Your sustaining hand is safe…for now

Lithe shoulders slink in alternate motion
Unblinking, gyroscopic saucer eyes bore into my target
Locked on, committed, beyond recall, the safety is off
A spring now uncoiled, scribes an arc, sudden death from above

I gaze through you, aloof and unimpressed
A carefree yawn, a stretch then, back to murderous fantasy
Surgically sharp, speed and precision is my marque
I am death, the consummate killer…Oh, my name? 

…It’s Tiddles

Copyright © Howard Bull | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse | |

Dark Days Of Reverie

Written by Broken Wings

I am thinking today of my sweet cat,
She is buried in the shade of a tree;
My sadness is so deep and dark Lord,
Why give this love and take it away?
    I have put to rest so many,
    Pets full of unconditional love;
    My heart is shattered each time,
          Each time, I have to bury love.

My grievance demonstrates my love,
Shedding another tear for my cat;
Oh sadness I miss her tender touch,
I wish my precious pets were here.
    Sorrow lays beneath a tree,
    I stare in wonder to heaven;
    Are my pets looking down at me?
          With heartache, I say goodbye.

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

August 1, 2015


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Fifth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Thanks For The Memories, Simba

We lost a very dear friend this past week.
Simba had become so very frail and weak.
He gave us so much joy during his 19 years!
We held him as he passed, shedding copious tears.

He was an extraordinary red tabby cat with no pedigree.
There were no blue ribbon winners in his family tree.
But he was as majestic as any winner in a feline show!
Oh, how we will miss him!   How we hated to see him go.

His ashes will be scattered in the mountains above Colorado Springs,
By the compassionate veterinarian who takes care of such things.
When we view magnificent Pikes Peak towering in the pristine skies,
We'll be consoled knowing that 'neath its shining crown, Simba lies!

There's a place called Rainbow Bridge where he'll be restored to health,
Where he'll frolic with other animals, teasing them with his feline stealth!
One glorious day he'll spot us 'mongst the multitude for a grand reunion,
And rain happy kisses on our faces as we tickle his tummy in glad communion!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved (24 October 2013)

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Death Came A Knocking While I Was Out

Death came a knocking while I was out
He did not have time for me to be about
Up at five before the sun
Picking up what I left undone
Coffee black cup after cup
Trying to get my body woke up
Do a load of laundry and fry some eggs
Do a load of dishes wake up the kids
Feed them, cloth them solve every crisis extra soon
Off to the school bus jumping over the moon
Let the dog out, put the cat in
Finish to start, end to begin
Wash my face, comb my hair
Put on anything that is near
Rushing out, racing the car
Just an errand here, on time so far
Dry cleaning, day care, drug store
No time for just one more
Clock in at work meeting at nine
Forget lunch who has the time
In basket full, out basket bare
Check an e-mail if you dare
Finally work is done
You clock out on the run
Get bread and milk and sneak a candy bar
The kids are home and they need the car
Soccer, baseball, dancing and the flute
All these activities cost me loot
Hardly time to eat dinner at eight
Home work, baths than a minute to escape
The cat gets out the dog wants in
You're looking in the cupboard for that bottle of gin
Finally a moment of peace
Everybody exhausted and asleep
You forgot Junior's cupcakes off to Wal-Mart
Better gas up saving time to be smart
On the way home a ring on the cell phone
Quick trip to the airport I moan
Spouse trip cancel needs ride
It is okay you will survive
Finally in the drive way and who do you see
Shaking his head as he leaves
Death walking by, he finally gave up
He murmured about a schedule and life's a nut
So as I lay down to rest
My love's hand upon my chest
I hear the crying of a child
The boogie man awoken him in dreams wild
I sometimes wonder if it would bother me
If Death would come back and fetch me
But the note he left upon my door
My soul is mine till I'm ninety-four
He did not have time for me to be about
Death came a knocking while I was out

Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2008

Details | Limerick | |

Ghost Cat

There once was a white cat I knew
Who had feathers; a ghost cat who flew
Through the shimmering streams
Of the moon’s silver beams
Leaving slain doves in the dew

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015