Seasons Cat Poems

living in this house gets weird in the winter,
we just live here now, the two of us, me and babby.
well, I guess it’s not just...

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Cat hair
everywhere
cat hair...

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I swirl my Earl Grey, guiding the line's patter, 
as if fishing for riches from my mind's grey matter.

Nostalgia is awakened by thick, canned clam...

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I doff my many hats away,
To a lazy sunny Saturday,
Lounging, lazing and lying about,
Doing absolutely nothing but nowt,
Just loving and dreaming the day away.

My love...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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My black cat
Blessed with night's camouflage 
A midnight prowler
On Allhallows Eve

Cold beauty
Statuesque
Silky movements
Ghoulish approach
Flash of stealth
As alley mice scatter
Battle zone of calisthenics
Fur flecked mayhem

Under a...

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Sing a song no one should sing
To say goodbye to loves perfection
The one who greets with peace and fur
One final purr one last reflection

But in...

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You came from the woods
Origin unknown
Wild at first
Scared and alone

Sustenance shared
Health now recouped
A decision you made
To reside on our stoop

The invite was given
Come into this...

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cat's tail question mark
is swishing behind the hedge
trailing lobelias

Copyright: Julian Lawson June 2017...

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Soon to be is Spring you see
Please breathe what last winter air there be 
Ring and do sing in tune with merry ole me and...

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Cat had a pet;
Some old dude
He met, while on patrol
His many backyards
A territorial feral;

Opportunist:
A lap was empty,
Well used
But warm enough,
Some sandwich unfinished
Surprise!—It was tuna!
(A match...

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What would this fat lazy house cat ask for Christmas you might ask?
No squeaking cat toys oh no, forget those cat nipped laced
Mice’s too, for...

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A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps...

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A telepathic throat
gargles stories and
spits fables’ fish into a watery abyss.
The surface shimmer draws us in
to fall, dream, dive, swim
as the storyteller spins us.

We balk...

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Lies in shadow
      A striped sleepy cat
         Summer heat




15.10.2012
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright...

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