She throws herself at the feet
of the unimpressed—
rolling, rubbing and yowling,
an opera of yearning
for the neutered elite.
They blink, stretch, then saunter off
for another nap
on the sun-pooled sill,
leaving her to flirt
with the legs of chairs.
Bewildered by the bopped nose,
the rebuffed overtures—
arching and warbling,
tail high with invitation—
she meets only
indifference or disdain.
Again she circles,
unsure if maybe
she’s doing it wrong.
Mid-kitchen now,
she flops down wailing
betrayal in the key of estrus,
as if to say:
Was it something I purred?
Categories:
caterwauling, animal, betrayal, cat, desire,
Form: Free verse
I have almost never heard such a racket as this
The snakes slunk off down the alley with barely a hiss
The rats ran away, the instant the cacophony began.
“God preserve my ears!” yelled an early milkman.
Yes it was the cat band, with horrible screeching and all.
We heard it often in the wee hours that no longer tranquil fall.
Who sold them instruments? I asked the guy next door.
He turned and pointed to the silent music store.
Of course this place did not open until ten.
These caterwauling fools would be asleep by then.
I ran into my house and put some bright red earplugs in.
Tried to sleep but could not do it thanks to their awful din.
Categories:
caterwauling, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
A breathy caterwauling doesn’t evoke feelings glowing hardily
Impacting justification. Kindness leaves meaningful nuances
off-putting quiet responses,
surging toward unified victorious wins
‘xasperating your zaniest assemblies.
Categories:
caterwauling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
I caterwauled with the best of them.
I caterwauled with the worst.
I put myself in a side pocket
And I walked beside my purse
My moans had seen some better days
My woes had seen some worse.
The caterwauls you hear today
Are coming from my purse
Categories:
caterwauling, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
“What a caterwauling do you keep here !”
Sir Andrew and Sir Toby – too much beer !
Listen. Is that a cat–er-wauling,
A piercing feline screech, a bawling ?
All our neighbourhood cats are calling !
Loud yowling in the pale moonlight,
Enough to give a banshee fright !
Why's “choir practice” late at night ?
Approach the window. Looking out
I see no sign of cats about.
Was it a dream ? Begin to doubt.
Our choristers have ceased their din
And now our moggy's come back in –
Was that you wailing, where've you been ?
Categories:
caterwauling, cat, humorous,
Form: Rhyme