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Details | Pantoum |


They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings I love to have fun on a sunny day I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play When a butterfly lands on my pink nose I love to have fun on a sunny day Watching butterflies settle on a rose When a butterfly lands on my pink nose I jump and the butterfly flits away Watching butterflies settle on a rose I hope they will return and play some day I jump and the butterfly flits away Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings I hope they will return and play some day They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings Contest Kitten and Butterflies Sponsored by Eve Roper 03~12~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Personification |

Oliver Thinks

"Why," thought the cat,
"can I see through the glass,
but when I try to go through it,
it won't let me pass?"

"There are bugs out there,"
the cat thought to himself,
"yet to them, I'm as dull as
a book on a shelf!"

The cat shook his head,
"This is really too much!
There's two squirrels in the yard
and a bird in the brush."

"How much fun it would be,"
with a mew he announced,
"to hunt and to stalk and then
gracefully pounce."

"Why, I'd shake them until
their necks were broke!
Maybe then," mused the cat,
"I'd be more than a joke."

"They'd be amazed by my prowess,"
he thought with a sigh,
"I'd torture them slowly and
they'd wonder why,"

"they never realized that
I was a threat,
while completely ignoring me
like I was their pet."

"I'd show them," he growled
as he laid on the sill,
"with them in my tummy,
I'd savor the kill."

"They'd show some respect,"
he thought with a yawn,
"I'd shown them who's king
of this yard and this lawn."

Head full of adventure,
he fell fast asleep,
safe in his house,
with plenty to eat.

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008

Details | Imagism |

Silent Strike

Obsidian velvet Parts the leaves; Silent paws impress The land and in Moonlit shadows; A great specter hides. In one swift flash Of light and shadow-play, Panther takes his prey.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epigram |

White Cat

What of this pregnant white cat?
Her dirty fur a smudge
Against the snow's crisp canvas,
She mews at my door for milk.
A stranger to me, she appeared
Without express invitation,
And now, she lingers like a cold.
This cat is an embarrassment.
Like friends whom I feed
Because I lack strength
To turn them away.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

Winter Cat - Summer Cat

She curled her tail around her toes,
Covering whiskers, chin and nose.
An ear twitch here, another there;
She claimed as hers the easy chair.

Tormentor of both mole and mouse,
She spent the summer out of house.
Plundered, pillaged, night and day,
No mercy for dim witted prey.

Summer passed and then the fall,
As bitter cold left wintery pall.
The feline wanted none of that;
Once more she posed as family cat. 

She lay about each day and night: 
Purred when stroked and feigned delight.
Her bowl, her chair and toilet place, 
Were all she claimed as sovereign space.

The season wore on long and cold.
Outside most life seemed put on hold.
The feline lay there still as dead,
Entombed within her winter bed.

Come now the spring with days of fair;
The old cat stretched within her chair.
A well placed nose near open sill;
She felt the much diminished chill.

Then rushed to door that still was closed.
Cries from her pleading throat arose.
Weaving through her mistress legs;
"Let me out," brash feline begged.

As chipmunk fed in hemlock crotch,
Unfettered cat dashed off the porch.
With one quick scramble up the tree;
A winter cat she ceased to be.

Do we not marvel at her grace,
Ere all those months confined in place?
The cat resumes with guileless ease,
Her summer reign of fields and trees.

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Call of the Wild

My house bound kitty sits beside
the tightly closed back door.
I cannot let him out for fear
he may come home no more.

Bold coyotes watch our country home
for any chance of seeing
an unwary duck or chicken
or any warm blooded being.

My neighbor's cats were slaughtered
right in front of her startled eyes.
So I have to turn unhearing ear
to his imploring cries.

I do not blame the coyotes.
Their hunger must be sated.
Most of the land where they once roamed,
has now been fenced and gated.

My kitty has never been hungry, but
he still hears the call of the wild.
His mother was a feral cat
and he is his mother's child.

By: Joyce Johnson

Written October, 2015

Trashed # 3 contest sponsor Broken Wings

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

The Black Cat and The Butterfly

The little black cat with eyes of olive green,
Her fur like a shadow with a sunshine sheen,

A flutter of his orange wings carries that monarch in the breeze,
As he mimics an autumn leaf floating around with great ease,

He feels right at home in a cloudless sky of baby blue,
The endless joys the two share together can never subdue,

Gladly that butterfly comes every afternoon just to say hello,
As she becomes lost amongst the lavender and daffodil yellow,

Her pink nose gently sniffing the bud of the white rose,
As our curiosity and need to explore in nature only grows,

Blooms are nevermore gorgeous as in the warm month of May,
All the troubles in our worlds are now distant memories today,

We have have been friends forever, and I'm really not sure why,
I'm just happy to have the sunshine and that little butterfly,

All of a sudden the orange monarch lands down on her paw,
And her bright green eyes open and widen with pure awe,

The butterfly teases her, he knows how to enchant,
She jumps up and tries to fly like him, but she can't,

As the monarch chases the sunset with the fading day,
The little black cat cries and wishes for him to stay.

For my friend Gregory Curry, aka Nature Boy... Your poetry and your presence are missed here already... Hope you come back soon :)

Also inspired by Eve's recent contest, not an entry.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

the cat

calico housecat appears bearing limp chipmonk... meeeeow meeeow meee
When does a female lion roar?

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

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 | 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 | Rhyme |

Ode To A Misguided Mouser

There was a young feline named Jackson,
Who wanted a piece of the action.
While hunting for rats, Jack
Got into a spat, with a strange little
Creature known to us as a bat.
This then is the fact of the matter.
The bat proved as 'mad as a hatter'.
And it paid with it's life,
Causing Jackson much strife:
Bad luck for the poor little ratter.
They arrested the cat in a hurry
And woe to this poor furry purry.
Without even a trial, he was put on 'The Mile'
Where his life became drab and quite dreary.
Jack's been sitting there day after day,
Quite bored and just pining away.
While dreaming of mousies and birds on the wing,
Of hair balls and catnip and such kitty things.
"How long, oh how long must I pay?
Please won't someone just whisk me away?
Back to my home where a kitty can roam
And stay out-of-doors all live, long day."
The end of this tale I hope tell,
Will find Jack finally leaving his cell,
To be welcomed back home, once again
Free to roam, older and wiser and well.
"No more bats for this cat",  Jackson moans.
And it seems that he's learned on his own:
It's far better than not, to keep up with ones shots,
Than call three feet of jail space your home! 

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lanterne |

Old King Lion

King Lion; jungle cat; do not cross the, king.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

A Hunger Caress

Wanting salmon now
Soft paw pads caress my face
Melting I spoil her.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tritina |


An empty barn was the home of a dog;
outside buzzing bees attacked a tiny cat...
joyful was the song of a parched bird.

An hour ago, happy was the warbling bird;
no rascals bothered the skinny, smelly cat...
they didn't get close to the hungry dog.

Rain came and it worried the shivering cat;
spring showers were the joy of the bird...
he could have been the prey of the dog.

Sunshine returned: the dog barked, the cat ran and the bird fled.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

calico cat

calico cat walks with white mouse dandling from mouth... boy looks for his pet

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


velvet feline paws pacing across the kitchen birds roost peacefully 08~15~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

A Cat's Life

The cat in the tree
slowly climbed up and got stuck; 
only saw the top; 
never going to come down
worked hard to enjoy his view. 

Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Black and White 2

Snow cat
 Black white
You freeze
You blend
Bare branch
Dark, light
I wait
Eyes glow
Breath puffs
Earth blends
One form
Tricks eye
Frost, ice
sticks bend
Earth moves
You turn
Freeze frame 
Eyes strain
Breath puffs
rise first
You lurch
branch boughs
stones, snow
Still life

Picture 2
For S.O United Colors Black and White Challenge

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Haiku: Physics: 'Schrodinger's Cat' pontificates on his chances

Me... closed box... death hangs*, 
Heartless dreamers can't see in
Bastards! Am I dead?

Poet's Notes:

A famous thought experiment in Physics in which the life or death of Schridinger's 
Cat (an imaginary animal) in a box depends on unpredictable chance. The 
experiment unimpeded, the cat will die, the question is only when. The larger 
issue however, is that since no one can see what has actually happened, the 
actual state of the cat is unknown and hence can only be discussed in terms of 
the probability of the cat being either dead or alive. And probability ends the 
earlier mechanistic view of both God and His creation. God is no longer black and 
white, color has returned to His cheeks.**

* hangs - like the sword of Damocles, capable of falling randomly at any instant.

** see my earlier poem 'Black Body' for an even more poetic discussion.

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

The Scottish Wild Cat giving facts of its Life

I am a big admirer of all large cats, one of my favourites being the Scottish Wild Cat.
It is one of the wildest of all cats and will fight to the death to protect its kitten even with a golden eagle. It avoids humans like the plague preferring to live a solitary life.
They have survived human for over 500 years longer than the wolf and over 1000 years more than the bear and british lynx. They have been on the planet for millions of years before either humans or domestic cats. 
They look much like a tabby but gait like a big cat, males weigh between 6-9kg, females smaller 5-7kg. They have rotating wrists and razor sharp claws for gripping and climbing trees. Fossil remains have been found measuring 4 feet.
They can sprint at 30mph and fall from massive heights landing on their feet, they are a stealth hunter and mainly nocturnal covering up to 10km range. Even when born in captivity they are un-tamable.
They charge when fighting but don't lie on their sides like domestic cats.. Renowned for biting right through gauntlets vets dart if they have to handle them.
Wild Cats enjoy their own space and daily schedules. They like things to be peaceful so live as far from humans as possible. Usually heavily forested and near water, they frequently change dens.
They are a friend of crop farmers by keeping down rabbits etc. They only eat meat consuming most if not all of what they kill. Killing by grabbing prey and pulling it down then biting through either neck or spine.
Wild Cats like to fish by using their paws to scoop out fish, and like eels, lizards and frogs. Their other food is small deer, ground birds and hares, nowadays they rarely take a lamb seeming to know the farmer will try to kill them. Most Scottish farmers are proud to have a Wild Cat on their land.
Their night vision is exceptional about seven better than ours. They can rotate their ears 180 degrees enabling them to hear all around them. They then triangulate and pinpoint the source, and exceptional balance as well make it a super predator.
Some Facts taken ad lib
Mating season: January to March, most births in April to May
Oestrus: 2 to 8 days, in presence of males
Gestation: 63 to 68 days
Litter size: Mean 3.4, range 1 to 8
Age at independence: 4 to 5 months, up to 10 months
Age at sexual maturity: Females 10 to 12 months, males 9 to 10 months
Inter birth interval: one year, females can only exceptionally breed twice in one year, such as when the first litter is lost
Mortality: Studies suggest human caused mortality (snares, roads, gunshot) account for up to 92% of deaths
Longevity: Probably around 6 to 8 years in the wild, up to 15 years in captivity 
Usually one litter a year with 3-4 kittens born in early spring, they learn to hunt from roughly 7-9 weeks old by the mother bringing home live prey then with her becoming independent around 5-6 months.
This just scrapes the surface of this fascinating cat. I think the following quote sums them up well
"They'll fight to the death for their freedom; they epitomise what it takes to be truly free I think."
Mike Tomkies
If interested you will find most if not all you want to know on this site

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Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |

Dark Crystals-Kitten and Butterflies

In the dark my eyes alight
upon a thousand glowing crystals,
but as I move, their wings take flight
and surprised, my black fur bristles.

Upon a thousand glowing crystals,
my green eyes stare in wonder
and surprised, my black fur bristles
when they cast this spell I'm under.

My green eyes stare in wonder
at this lovely liquid sight
when they cast this spell I'm under
the clock calls out midnight.

At this lovely liquid sight,
as the iridescence quivers,
the clock calls out midnight
on a flowing azure river.

As the iridescence quivers,
but as I move, their wings take flight
on a flowing azure river,
in the dark my eyes alight.

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lanterne |

Leopards Silent Paws

A leopard, silent paws do not betray him.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

The cat's meow - Lune 4

  the cat's meow 
 echoes through the misty forest
  across distant hills
 Collom  Lune - 3/5/3/ words.

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Cat House

I know a place where cats enjoy long life, 
where human intervention is tolerated, 
where only cats are allowed 

It is where they rule, decide their fate, 
to go hunting or sleep late, 
prowl their border, look for a mate, 
food abundant, early or late, 
no need for a snack with an always full plate 

Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor, 
ideal for completing their daily chore, 
no need for flushing, gets covered instead, 
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears, 
automatically replenished, 
a new floor every other day or more 

When night time falls they are free to prowl, 
crouching tigers one and all, 
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall, 
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference, 
prowling is not something they would ever miss, 
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight

Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat, 
they check out their food bowl,
if stale, 
it is time for humans to wake 

Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait, 
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates 

Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate, 
how we humans who love them,
make their life great

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |

agile cat

the agile house cat climbs up tree against cold wind... bird flurry no snow

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Motionless the big cat waits
deep in the scrub shadows
sun starting to set, night draws in
fading light makes her invisible

Only the odd flick of an ear
gives her positition away
suddenly she tenses and coils
a spurt of speed and its done

She and her cubs will eat tonight
softly the mother leopard calls
with a few rustles of undergrowth
they tumble into the moonlight

Furry balls of fun without a care
they belly up to the deer carcass
a few more weeks learning the ropes
then a solitary life awaits them all 

Of the four she now has with her
maybe one will make it through
struggling with the strife of living 
whilst fighting to rear her own cubs

For now they are safe and well tended
with a soft cry she takes them back
to her well hidden clifftop cave
they are all safe for yet another day

written 08/06/2013

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Whiskers of Mild Instincts

Life is so tough, strong and high bag of grit and elasticity difficult to die. Staying strong even with a hit head gives it strength to spot a hidden bread. Combination of senses so powerful is a credential the interplay of agility and speed is so essential. Carnivorous in nature, giving the mice no chance its presence ultimately spoils their secret dance. With a dog, both hardly understand challenges from this union, it’ll always withstand. Navigates a wide habitat as a strategy to survive quick migration ensures to where sustenance can be derived. A natural map, reaching to places unknown retraces its steps as the mind snaps a new zone. To this creature, dirt has lost an election keeping far from its waste, it’s a natural decision. Easily domesticated to know its master’s voice and smart enough to make its own choice.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Himalayan Reputation

A sarcastic frown; Labeled grumpy old feline; Still beauty is found.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Cat And Mouse Game

Cat types words all day
Mouse cleverly wipes away
It's a cat/mouse game

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009