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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Rainbow Cat

They say just there beyond the valley, that
There lived inside a house a little cat
Who never went outside to run and play;
She had to spend her time indoors each day.

Beside the window, curled on wooden chair,
Her heart was saddened by the nasty glare
Of other cats that passed within her sight
With eyes of fear and looking for a fight.

One day a while back she’d gone outside
But never stayed out long, came in to hide—
The kitties laughed and chided her and so
Would not befriend her; she became their foe.

They called her Rainbow Cat, her owners named
Her that, because her fur was brightly flamed
With colors—yellow, green and red and blue
Laid out in arcs— like rainbows her fur grew.

Now Rainbow Cat, aware that she was shy
And different from others that passed by
Began to think of other ways to cope
To make them like her—so there was some hope.

She thought and thought, whatever can I do
To let them know beneath this colored ‘doo’
There lives a nice smart kitten just like them
And not a kitty cat they should condemn.

That night it came to her within a dream;
Next morning she began to smile and beam.
Her owner left the door somewhat ajar
When they went out for shopping with their car.

Her bowl of yummy dry food in the room
Was filled up to the top, and without gloom,
She carried dry food nibbles, one by one,
Out through the door onto the porch, when done

She stood beside her feast, began to eat
And soon the cats came by, did not retreat—
But closer to the porch they came to see
That Rainbow Cat had planned a cat party.

They came to share the feast each, one by one,
And Rainbow Cat was happy they had come!
The cats now saw beneath her rainbow fur
She was a kitty just like them and purred.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

Moral:  Never judge people by how they look:
          What is inside is what really counts.

~1st Place~
Contest: Fable to the Rescue
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged 11/18/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | Free verse | |

Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 

 I felt my finger nails digging into his back 
What an intensified sexual moment 
I never knew that tears could roll 
Down the cheeks of a robust man 

he wept! he sigh! he came 
Again, and again and again 
was it a sportsmanship or 
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof? 

Copyright © Annie Lander

Details | Rhyme | |

Rapier Claws-

A predator's rapier claws,
maintains her in good health.
And mingling with the shadows,
she stalks her prey with stealth.

Pouncing at nearly lightning speed,
she's a featureless blur.
And yet when cuddled in my lap,
Death wears the softest fur.

The theme is #1 Feline (common meter stanza),
Written by Emile Mar. 27, 2015 for the contest “Let Me Feel Your Lines”

Copyright © Emile Pinet

Details | Free verse | |

Three Souls

One was a child 
so sweet and mild
Voice of a bell 
to ward off hell

One was a bell
with a crystal chime
To comfort the cat
and make the earth shine
Two was a cat
With a mysterious past
A dark view of the world
And a horrible wrath

Two was a mind
as dark as night
To protect the doll
That could not see the light

Three was a doll
With a broken soul
A shattered heart
With eyes a black hole

Three was a rose
Of pure white
Covered in thorns
As black as night

Copyright © Sarafiel Light

Details | Rhyme | |

The Cat

Glowing eyes invade the darkness of the night.
A majestic hunter with prey in it's sights.
Slowly moving through the grass, as slient as an empty glass.
A creature with a sullen expression, embraking upon a hunting session.
It srikes from the shadows of the night; giving the prey little change of escape or fight.
A body full of warming fur and makes the sound of a meow or pur.
Pointy ears, thin legs and sharp claws; extending out from padded paws.
This cretaure wears a sumptuous looking coat always shiney and clean; walking with graceful posture like that of a ballroom scene.
It's younger form more playful and small, but soon will grow just as cunning and tall.
Masquerading as innocent family pets and balls of fur; hiding the true heart of a loin waiting to roar.
 Some choose to live with families in thier home; well others  like the nomadic people enjoy to roam.
Hedonistic in nature like Lord Henry from the story of Dorian grey, the cat hate's having it's pleasurable lifestyle taken away.
Roaming around night and day...... this creature of beauty is always on the hunt;  for it's next prey....

Copyright © Marko Kyoto

Details | I do not know? | |


     Cat, original and resurrected
             Pounce on the same fish
                    How can the fish identify who is who?
                            Who is false, who is true?
                                     Let choose your bacterium her Petri dish.


Details | Free verse | |


How unlike a cat is this
slender dash of ink upon the page,
this pinch of print, this little line
of punctuation, adding
its mere millimetres of meaning,
black against white,
significant in its separation
of segments of the sentence,
imbuing words around it with a dab
of consequence or moment.

How like a printed dash
is my black cat,
stretched and stark against the sun-white concrete
of the distant yard baking below,
separating nothing but atoms of air,
elongated, luxuriating,
significant only in herself –
a piece of furry punctuation
that tells us solely that it is,
and needs no function to perform.
By itself, it is of itself,
answerable to no one and to nothing –
except the rain, which has just arrived,
suddenly, in slapping, ponderous lumps,
to soak the stone page and darken it,
and drive her dash to drier quarters.

Copyright © Andrew John

Details | Light Poetry | |

Four Legged Palettes

Cats are containers of colorful personality. A blue cat sits alone looking at the floor before him. His mind blank as, a new sketchbook; waiting for the artist within to, paint him into a clown. Red cats rage against life’s storms and invaders in their yard. Birds, squirrels and mice fear the wrath of a red cat; sharp teeth and claws are swift when, propelled by a red paw. Yellow cats have a tendency to leave surprise gastric gifts on your carpet, as much as possible; always apologizing with their pale, jaundiced eyes. The green cat personality is rare. You’ll find them holding it all in until they get to that litter box. Green behavior warrants a private box, along with a nice treat. Green cats, can’t stand a stench and will scratch litter for hours to slay a screaming smell. The purple cats see every opportunity for affection and milk it. Love emanates from their bones and cuddling is what they do best. When purple cats offer a hug, you cannot resist. Beware the polka-dotted cat! A love bite will quickly become piercing claws; shredding an arm in seconds. Pink cats are Coveted cats. Children love pink cats and carry them everywhere. Their serene and constant purring sings you to sleep, ever so gently. A pink cats love is never-ending. The rainbow personality, is the comedian of all cats. Light to dark and red to yellow; the court jester of the species. these side-splitting, laugh factories, will never allow you to be bored. Keep a camera handy; rainbow cats are usually, fabulous video celebrities

Copyright © M. L. Kiser