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Cat Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Cat

These Cat Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Cat. These are the best examples of Cat Ode poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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An ode to cotton

My little white fluff ball
I think all the kittens will grow
Soft and sweet
up to be healthy and strong the
Small and calm
way they should be when they
She is as sweet as candy
should be. I think they will love. 
She plays all day  and sleeps all night.

Anyone who will love them. 
They are small but strong.
 I know they will have	great lives ahead of them
She loves to have fun 
Her small blue eyes glowing, tiger with his new owner 
Ash and Cotton with us. 
I love cotton just as much as the others.
She love her siblings 
She is small and loud		
			
I love her lots
She weaves between the gates
And runs after her brothers tail
I wish she was more quick.
I still love her with all my heart
Like I love ask and tiger her brothers
They are all sweet and they are like little rabbits.
I hope they grow up to be big and strong
My little angles they may seem now but
What about when they are older?


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Pentecost -part 1-

Scarcely a year old, I remember with sad, sinking heart 
But then I smile, because I remember all the good times 
It was the night of Pentecost, our little kitten was found 
My mother, happy to bring in the oddest of pets, 
Curled her fingers around a small kitten, beaming
 And there was sunlight in all eyes all the night
 He had been crying in the bushes for a place to stay
 And he had found one…it might have been destiny
 There was something in his green eyes that dazzled me 
Weakening and strengthening my heart all in one I held him in my arms,
A special cat on a special day
 Pentecost is his name, and it is here he will remain 
I remember everyone loved him because of his grace
 That dreamy eye and soft-hearted face
 I remember the first night and many more nights to come
 I turned my music box, opened it up and sang him a song
 He listened intently and soon was fast asleep
 His small colorful multi-marked body breathing deeply
 His tiny, white boot legs tucked under his chest
 “You’re the best, Pentecost,” I whispered. “You’re the best…” 
Even my father, who was never fond of cats,
 Was won over by his embraceable charms
 Pentecost would spawn an effort to make him smile 
Stretching out on the floor making sure everyone was watching
 Listening lovingly to my dad’s favorite classical repertoire.. 
He would ring around our ankles with his paws playfully 
Causing us to scream in shock and skip away 
He would jump back from the shriek making us laugh up a storm
 And look up at all the noise curiously
 Pentecost also liked small boxes to squeeze into
 I would lift up a cardboard flap to see a whiskered jewel
 And he would look up at us and wonder 
Can we make room for two?
 He favored no one and was friendly with all
 Long and muscular, this cat had boundless energy
 One point he’d be at the window
 And the next in the laundry, his tail whipping
 What I will never forget was how happy he would lay in the grass
 I would watch him and pet him, the sun hitting his fur
 Gray black stripes and swirls of art lighting all at once
 His soft, sensitive ears rubbing against my arm 
The affection was mutual as Destiny knew 


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Pentecost -part 2-

To every happy memory, there are sad ones that hit just as hard
 And the sadness began when I looked at his side
 To see a large lump there
 I wasn't as worried as I should have been… 
Everyone thought Pentecost would be okay
 For our other cat survived a thing like this on her own 
She had bitten the lump off herself 
Puss oozing out…and she had healed with no problem 
This lump was different… 
I cringe because it was wrong for us to wait
 He began to grow thinner… his eyes began to look sad
 He no longer ran from the window to the laundry
 He no longer jumped into my dad’s lap for a pet
 He didn’t even eat, and that was one thing I thought he would never give up…
 Dreamy, but sad, I looked at him opening a can of his favorite meal
 I wished there was something more to be done for him
 I begged my parents to take him to the vet 
Because I sensed it would soon be too late 
My mother kept saying he would be fine in due time
 But in a matter of two weeks my mom surely knew
 And she was the one to say it… 
She said softly, “I think he’s going to die”
 I held him on the less tender side of his body near my bed 
Tears building in my eyes
 I didn’t want Pentecost to suffer…
 I wanted him to live life and be his happy self…