By Carolyn Devonshire
casting my line from a rock jetty
sad, high-pitch cry I hear
glance around, see no one
cast again but the cry echoes
as if reverberating in the rocks
fishing pole I lay down
now searching every crevice
suddenly a wee feline springs forth
mewing alone atop the stone
from where she emerged, I look down
a litter of six cradled by their mama
so thin the mother cat appears
no food nearby and tears fill my eyes
return to my cooler, retrieving three trout
place them in the cranny
mama cat meows softly
no thanks were needed
feeding frenzy begins for the kittens
mama cat remains still, but purrs
providing nourishment for her clan
more important than feeding herself
wish the brotherhood of man could learn from mama cat
cries of hunger go unheard
*Entry for Michael’s “Sounds of a Cry” contest
Based on a true experience
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
typed upon the screen
you let the words flow so free
Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?
What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as
if they were from a war zone.
All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.
Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Same here 2Blue.
Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be. Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I,
to say whose whole? Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.
Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of
So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.
What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story? Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it
short. I was in the dark in 2007, sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.
While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites
I agree, we all learned our lessons in life. Something’s are good, and some aren’t so
3 Paw, see you around. 2 Blue, I’ll be in town.
Copyright © Franklin Goode | Year Posted 2012
A Copy Cay
I no longer appeared to be a little tyke
Have started writing poems that I like
Would like to lavish in again and again
Should my bragging be considered a sin?
My poems have many great things to say
No matter how they are read or which way
They always can clearly be understood
And through all time will have withstood.
Around in my mind with new idea played
What if Pulitzer Prize material I had made
Them and one day became exactly that
Visited Queen in her palace where she sat.
I became distinguished and was delighted
Because by the Queen I had been knighted
Then sailed away in ship with much cargo
After copying poems of Christopher Marlowe.
All of the poems were appreciated and enjoyed
Even though other poets became annoyed
And all of them finally had been knocked flat
When they discovered that I was a copy cat.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast
Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self
aching to be seen
Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds
In these home is found
Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage
Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight
Fight for borderless freedom
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold
Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe | Year Posted 2013
Crawling, furry pet
Aggressive, yet so lovable
Trying to get any sign of attention and winning it
No worries planted in their feeble brains
Attractive and a clever animal
Pleasurable extra family member, always keeping me busy!
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
I am scrolling down hill
Folding the pills
Elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze
I am a song to be played-
earlier than you might say-
in the day
When hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed
But you are a spade,
to be wondered and craved
You are your own way
With the sing of the slave-
above the haze
Glazed with the betrayed
Honed in on like waves
So stubborn your gay
Holding on to the page
Don't you walk that way!
Troubled little weaver-
always weavin' in and out of the days-
with your face,
and two others that may show you the way
So...Whenever there is game-
whenever you are just being insane
Two others can ring your ping
Scratch at your lawn
Ease your bickering fawn,
who is ages old-
cranky and yet cold
Shines like the rivers of silver soles
Wasted and bold
...Blanketing and broad like the system of the slots
Put in a coin so you can jog-
with your eye's,
and with your pogs
Fall to the floor,
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors
Become single and slower
Dangerous like snow blowers
Manned by cats,
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin'
As they are growin'
The stage is set to start goin'
But you stay all knowin'
With the people out there- asses a blowin'
(...) Like the sound of the tick was that on it
Like the leaper out of time was so subordinate
You know you could have grabbed mine
You know about other ways to shine
But still you sit and grind
Sleep and unwind
Base your catches on other famous people's finds
... I dont't confide
I really don't try
I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky
Why doesn't it come down on African pride?
When they need it most?
When we know 911 proved evil the most...
But sit here and boast
And you'll hear gods jokes
He's got what a man needs
He's got you underneath a sheet
So don't breathe
Just start running
Got the mustard?
Pray for a plead
Because random people leave
While friends try and greet
An acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please
Even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease
Sorry if I sound meek
But pride comes when I'm done writing these
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2013
Me and My Cute Cat
Always remember me and my cute cat
There together we both sat and sat
Against me he liked to rub and purr
And whatever else would occur.
Had laid on floor curled up in a ball
Saw him staring through shower stall
Was waiting for me to come out again
One time he even tried to come in.
He was my friend until the very end
Then to earth an angel God did send
Took cat to heaven so he could be
There forever through all eternity.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
In the little space in closet
A cat have birth musn't she give up
Kittens alive all climbing their way to find a milked nipple
4 healthy kittens , but one not
Only hours alive
Tossing and turning in pain in utter , helplessness.
Meowing loudly in blindness
Loosing heat with every twirl.
Red liquid in the lip..
Still trying to move ...vigorously
"If you must suffer to such extent , than please maybe it's better for you to pass away ..."
My tears sinking in the fur
Beautiful beige girl
As big as a heart to fit in your palm.
What to do now? Is the kitten dying... how helpless could a human be towards natures pranks?
Quick a jar filled with boiling water
For Tiny body to arise heat warm her
Interupted air way , tummy lifiting in slowmotion , take a powdered milk syringe leak , please do not wrick ..
Meowing has quieten the kitten felt more comfy
Big cat refused to raise her.
The cat thought she would die
She still climbed out of the shirt she'd stay in .. strength from no where
I must try
Give her to the white recover potion
If she drinks she might better function
Held her close to the source
Let's see what the fate chose..
I begun to pray
May you kitten live a happy cats life .. now or later , may you stay my kitty forever.
Then she grasped the breast lightly
Weakness over her
Then I had I had to somehow make it go further
Her instinct indicated her to suck .
As the other's wanted to pull her away
I kept her there for as long as I can
Tossed and turned the mother did
Licked her on the sleek
Finnaly accepted her as her child.
Than the kitten fell asleep
Than another attempt of milk.
Her face lines became pink.
The skin under became pink
The restless motion became normal function motion
Sounding very cute
Pushes away her siblings as she keeps drinking milk. ..
Life is a gift ,
All lives are equal.
Beauty in strength, of an creature that has a yet unacknowledged world's stay.
Yet life finds a way.
Yet we must believe
Maybe the life is yours but you must fight for it to hatch it's expiry date
I hope you kitten will live.
That's why I named her Pia Hope
In this world giveth
Fate doesn't weigh
Maybe it's for us to pass away ,
Maybe it's for us to fight for stay.
Always hope but never expect .
Copyright © Rozalia Polnik | Year Posted 2015
He wanted to kill his pussycat
After it ate up his beloved rat.
Took it to the river,
Threw it, turned to leave her
Then suddenly had a change of heart.
He dove right in to save the poor thing.
Never minding he knew not to swim.
The pussy swam away
To the safety of bay.
Drowning, the young man started to scream.
How he got out, only he can tell,
Dripping and scared, like he was in hell.
Started the long walk home,
Lonely, if truth be told,
With a terrible sea-water smell.
Hating his cat, and hating himself,
He entered his house, just around ten,
To see his pussycat
Settled on his brimmed hat,
Tending with care to its stressed out legs..
Copyright © Divine Inyang | Year Posted 2016
There’s an obscure legend: that a snow-white cat climbed the cross to gently lick the wounds in Yeshua’s feet and climbing higher, the bruised, bleeding flesh of his left hand, then took up his vigil on Yeshua’s shoulder with his flank facing Yeshua's left cheek, and in his agony, the last thing Yeshua heard was the comforting, purring murmur of his mourner before he yielded up his spirit, surrendering his head to the warm, furry bosom of the greatest kindness he’d ever known.
Darkness crossed the land and the cat had disappeared, where, no one knew, though no one noticed him waiting atop the stone before the tomb when Yeshua came forth to greet that morning, and the first living One to touch him wasn’t Doubting Thomas but a purring, pure-white cat rubbing against Yeshua’s leg…
… the legend also says that his name was Iannos (John The Beloved).
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Year Posted 2011
Both black and white
Kittens wearing pink
Mittens, sit playfully,
While facing the
To their great surprise,
Those lovely kitten eyes
Witness a paper tiger
Appearing in the mirror
With a great big
Cheshire cat smile
Then, asking, who
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008
Find your ambition
Your life’s mission
To make a difference
To feel passionate
Not to hurt
To feel compassionate
Don’t give in to temptation
Follow your own path
Consult your willpower
Always have a laugh
Whets your inspiration
Cling to your dream
Find the motivation
The cat that got the cream
You can be there
It can be good
You can be achieving
Just like you should
Put yourself up there
Respect what your about
If people don’t appreciate it
Let them scream and shout
You have to take the bad
Don’t lose your aim
It comes by the bucketful
Keep playing the game
When you admit defeat
When you finally give in
You’ve lost all purpose
You’ve got to search within
It’s easy to blame yourself
It’s easy to blame the world
It’s easy to keep shouting
Until you think that you’ve been heard
But think about what your saying
About what it really means
Things aren’t as bad as you think
It’s not as bad as it seems
Stick to your aim
Stick to your dream
Find some inspiration
The cat that got the cream
Copyright © Kirsty Smith | Year Posted 2007
Age, You come to me as a cat to bird
Belly to ground with no sound heard.
Fangs so sharp claws kept keen.
You creep up slowly, yet unseen.
How poorly you treat me, evil and mean.
You weaken my sight; make it hard to read.
You are so selfish and full of greed,
You conspire with my mirror to lie to me.
Gone, my youthful face to see,
Gone the man I used to be.
Hair falls from my head, grows on my back.
My mind wander as thought I lack.
No place to hide, no way to win,
Surprise in my eyes is that of all men
Same look on the bird that the cat drags in!
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf,
She opened a book and wrote it half,
A mouse was running under book rack,
A cat was after on the same track.
They never bothered someone is in the hall,
They were playing as a player with a ball.
A dog was sleeping on a sofa chair,
A cat waits for him when mouse goes there.
She felt anger when mouse turned this time,
Aunty was murmuring a poem in rhyme.
She heard a noise something was smashed,
Porcelain was on the ground and it was cracked.
She bought it last week that was so nice,
A thing was scattered on the floor that was rice,
A container was lying on a one side,
A lid was hiding a lampshade’s behind.
But a dog was still watching laid his head,
He hasn’t noticed anything as he was dead.
Aunty was annoyed she pushed the cat out,
When she came back she also has a shout.
You are lazy dog why did you n’t stop them?
You are mastermind you did that scam.
Get out from the chair don’t cry for food,
I always bothered you disturbed my mood.
I was willing to finish my scarf very soon,
I hope to wear in a party to night’s moon.
You lost my temper I shall punish you,
Don’t come back it’ll punish you if came through.
Why did you co-operate a cat with a mouse?
Who will pay the fine if you don’t pay my loss?
She brought a brush and cleared all mist,
A Chair was empty nobody was on its rest.
She received a letter council was on raid,
Keeping the entire stray dog in a street laid.
She was terrified and jumped out in the street,
She didn’t saw her Dog that was on a beat.
She rushedly closed the door and ran after him,
Dog was in the park after the food has no blame.
When she called Tom where are you?
Dog didn’t listen to her and walked on his crew.
Aunty was after him he stopped on a pool,
The lads were catching fishes it was very cool.
She again asked Tom come with me to home,
You are silly Dog why you are tearing Tom.
She embraced him and came back home,
She cleaned his seat and put new foam.
You are my family member don’t feel shame,
I am getting old that’s why is my blame.
I am on pension and can’t walk a long,
You need to supervise when happens wrong.
I also banished the cat but she is normal,
You always mind whatever it is formal.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006
His tongue slurps over the hair.
He grinds his teeth in sometimes
While kneading and purring.
The hair is everywhere now.
A clump rests over his eye.
I pick it off
As he looks at me
With strange olive eyes.
He lays down yet once more,
Done for the day.
Nothing to think of,
No bills to pay,
No deadlines to meet.
By habit, he decides
When to sleep
And when to eat.
Those eyes look at me again.
How strange we humans must
Look to him.
We rush, we work, and never play.
We eat and sleep when
Our jobs permit...
Never done for the day.
We have one life to get it right,
And yet, he has nine.
He came to me with his toy.
He wants to play...
I think I'll cancel that appointment.
Copyright © Kimberley Linstruth-Beckom | Year Posted 2008