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Felines

FELINES

She enters into the bedroom in the dark,
After a secret take-out in the park,
Was it a mouse, a bird a lizard or a rat,
One of these she caught and ate,
That’s a fact!
She sleeps all day and hunts at night,
And what a pleasure when the moon
Is bright!
Our kitty cat silently preens,
And thoroughly cleans,
The tale-tale bright red blood
From her lips,
As she looks forward to her
Human mummy, feeding 
Her cat nips!
She creeps up and onto 
The duvet with silent paws,
And kneads a comfortable place 
With her half retracted claws!
These cute furry cats have captured 
Our hearts and our homes,
Cute, delicate, cuddly cats,
Who have small but strong bones!
Like to leap and bound
And do us astound
As for sure, they will land on
All fours with such flair
I do declare! 
And if they occasionally don’t, 
And lose one life out of nine,
Who cares, not them, all they do 
Is think on what they
Will tonight dine!   
All cats like to climb,
But coming back down takes skill,
And quite some time,
Many a fireman has broken a limb,
That’s re-known,
Trying to get our treasured
Kitty cat down,
From a tree,
And the service is free!
Anthropologists have dug reported and
Found,
That our furry family’s origin has been
Around,
For millions of years.
And these domestic cats which we uphold
As such dears,
Belong to the wild as much as to us.
They have a majestic look of grace,
Whether wild or domestic have a
Look alike face,
Which is part of their charm,
But believe you me, if cornered,
Will cause harm!
If there were no humans left alive,
Cats would certainly still survive,
They are independent and although
They enjoy eating our food,
It is understood,
That they could live in a post-apocalyptic
World,
That might sound a little macabre and 
Somewhat absurd,
We don’t have to be here,
Forever, year after year,
So all cats might live one day in a
Complete new civilization,
As generation after generation,
We pollute our atmosphere
And face extermination!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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June 6, 2022 at 10:44 PM
The first part of your poem sounds so much similar to my poem titled My Pussy Cat Speaks. I can make out your love for cats.... Jenny. They are such cute creatures stealing every heart."She creeps up and onto/ The duvet with silent paws, And kneads a comfortable place / With her half retracted claws!"..... typical cat behavior. Love these lines! An adorable poem on an adorable creature....
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September 27, 2018 at 1:49 PM
Jennifer, this goes into my Top List of your poems. As you know I've never had a Kitty Cat but thanks to you we have one and he is such a treasure and I'm learning from him everyday. Such awesome words, you the best.... By the way read this poem out loud to Graham, he even got off his chair to come closer and listen...He say Jennifer that's Awesome!...Kim
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September 27, 2018 at 2:28 PM
Thanks Kim and Graham, That is one luck kitty cat - she has been adopted by a loving family, and it was really his fate that he got lost and found our home and then, that the two of you were introduced and fell in love!. xoxo Jennifer
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September 27, 2018 at 10:56 AM
I love thinking of the huntress you have described, planning her next picnic in the park! You are describing two cats I know very well. A fun read this morning!
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September 27, 2018 at 11:11 AM
Hi Caren, Cats are survivors, yet so cute. Our son lost his treasured cat a few months ago, swore he would never get another because of the heartache. However now has a 6 week old kitten! Such fun. xoxo Jennifer.
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