Kids Cat Poems | Examples
These Kids Cat poems are examples of Cat poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Cat Kids poems written by international poets.
In a window with a bellrope ready sits old blind Captain Cat
calling in the day, with his old yarns wagging on the door mat.
He hears the postman's rat-a-tat, kids' feet skipping on cobble stones,
all the secrets leaking out windows, in furtive dulcet tones.
Dylan Thomas's beloved character 'Captain Cat', in the radio play for voices 'Under Milk Wood'.
The cat’s curled up
the dog’s dreaming deep
The parakeet’s quiet
from the mouse not a peep
Kids tucked away
so early, half past eight
Some champagne for you, darling
I barely can wait...
No thanks, not tonight dear
I know how this appears
and I know it sounds mean
But oral surgery is rarely foreseen
Kids and cats have much in common.
Cats don't talk, but
kids' questions startle us so!
When is tomorrow?
Where does the sun go at night?
Why does the sky cry?
How long is a minute?
Curiosity killed the cat.
I’m glad kids aren’t like that!
Pennies dropped on the sidewalk
Teens who hate to text, love to talk
A watch that tells time
A beggar who asks for a dime
Stray kittens that jump in your arms
Surgeons who think, ‘First do no harm’
Stay-at-home moms who make their kids’ lunch
Guilt-free calorie-laden desserts to munch
Policemen who smile at old ladies and kids
Glass jars filled with ladybugs and twigs
Barnabas Dracula Kitty
Barnabas darts deep in my closet each dawn
I go feed him at sunset but poof he’s gone
On Halloween night
I spot Barny in flight
His sharp fangs and black cape greeting kids on the lawn
Orange sun is out, and we're playing house
My pets are my kids-until puss sees mouse!
Mommy loves to water her gorgeous blooms
While dog and kitty rest, inside porch rooms.
This Saturday, childhood seems left behind
When we make-believe, as the time unwinds.
Soon Mommy serves lunch-of milk and a bone;
And sandwich for herself. Jay sings alone.
Some years ago, on Halloween,
Surprised, as we came on the scene;
Our grand-kitty, cute-
In a devil suit-
Did look a bit angry and mean!
The kids put him in this costume;
He seemed okay, but showing gloom.
Annoyance on face-
We gave him some space
Left him on the carpet to fume!
With glare in his staring green eyes
He let us enjoy our surprise!
Stayed still, played the part-
God bless his sweet heart!
Let Halloween fun be our prize!
reconstruction
recalling much less than half i wrote
though long ago and miles remote
i remember when
an old black man
walks out from his shack
to fetch his kids' dead kitty cat
then walks back
as I pass by
and glancing up see his eye
meet mine in the mirror and with a sigh
watching end to end
as i round the bend
miss him move again
for we are all now and then
once for all gone with the wind
What They're Furries!!!!!!!
Kids identify that they are pets
Do they sleep in fur lined bassinets
And if they get a chill
Or are feeling quite ill
Do doctors treat them or do vets?
If one crawled in my classroom today
Then needed to pee I would say
“Don’t cock your leg by the door
Or do your poop on the floor”
I’d insist they use a litter tray
I’m allergic to animal fur
I'd worry if student's bark or purr
MY bark's worse than my bite
Furries in schools ain't right
I wonder if others concur!
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Kids and dogs tend to like me.
The kids because they sense
I haven’t grown up yet,
The dogs sniffing the essence
Of a long-lost puppy inside.
Adults seem to be more standoffish
Probably put off by my lingering puppy grin.
Eventually we find a common ground
As I have been defined as “an acquired taste”.
And cats, self-centered as they are
Often seek my counsel (aka treats)
Sprawl before me in feigned submission
Purring, as cats do, in conquest.
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Turbo Gran’s Zimmer is right by her side
Her head is tipped back and her mouth open wide
Time was she saved every human alive
On land or in flight or a deep ocean dive
The armchair recliner impossibly old
Just get a new one, she’s often been told
She never spent money on night cream for wrinkles
All her spare cash went on sauces and sprinkles
Kids loved her ice cream, they also loved Gran
They barely believed that she fought like a man
But now she lies still, with the cat she likes best
Turbo and Nitro, two heroes at rest
But when her phone rings and it’s screen comes alight
She opens one eye and prepares for the fight
Thus, when the call comes, she stands firm and steady
It seems then, Dear reader, she’ll go when she’s ready.
We call them our valentine’s day cats the old lady said.
The kids are fighting over who gets them after we’re dead.
So, they really like cats, I said to her. That’s lucky then.
No, the cats inherit the house, and everything within.
Will they care for them? I ask, a tiny bit concerned about this.
They don’t inherit anything unless they reach old age, Miss.
I am wondering now who will take the monkey and dog.
They go to my son, who will also take my pot-bellied hog.
Will he inherit anything else? I ask the old lady who grins.
Sure. He gets the barn, and the goats, six of ‘em twins.
One gift left to wrap
but I still have that hid
because the cat is watching me.
He's like a sneaky kid.
He's not dumb,
he knows the score,
there has to be
at least one more.
All the kids have left the nest.
It's just JonSnow and I.
and if he was a human
he'd make a damn good spy.
I figured he would fall asleep
and I could finish wrapping
but he's on to me and I don't see
any chance of him napping .
It was Halloween,
I had been training my kitty cat;
dressing kitty like a scary queen,
at the moment inside a pumpkin she sat.
The idea was that when kids knocked and I opened the door,
that kitty would jump out of the pumpkin and loudly roar;
we had rehearsed over and o'er,
but instead she whispered m e o w on Halloween.
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October 11, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Halloween Kitty Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1294-323-11
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Halloween Meow
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
dog
friendly, playful
jumping, barking, rolling
bone, ball, wall, throne
primping, preening, grooming
majestic, haughty
cat