Mother with her cute kittens
Set in lovely siting way
So Beautiful family
Wonderful nice view!
Mommy cat and four kittens
oops, neighbor ran over Mittens
Now four cats still alive
another ran over three survive
Three cats left across the street
since two ran over becoming road meat
Mommy cat with her kittens two
come to my yard wanting food
Get my dogs in a barking mood
that mommy cat and her two dudes
These three cats with the Nine Life Jive
look both ways while crossing street still alive
The street scored two victims could be more
if the cats cross street with pedal floored
Life is fragile times we cry
nothing so sad as when a kitten dies
But we must be strong and carry on
for those three cats won't leave my lawn
Start the Truck Mike...
Those Amazing Cats
Oh, those amazing cats with their smooth coats
They go uppity up up they go downdy, down down.
And they bounce around 'making the loop as they' pounce
here and there sometimes catching a mouse somewhere in the house
getting their exercise running back and forth until they need a long rest
They purr when they are happy getting hugs and comments
As they get stroked, they talk to their people once and awhile
and they never get poked rocking the boat only when they get soaked
shaking the water all over the place
They stand up and smile wanting a hug looking innocently cute
as they ask to be taken home then snooze on a lap all curled up
in a ball and the car pulls out then departs making someone happy
whose feeling blue- they are perfect companions, and they are really
wonderful roommates.
What lies within my history?
None other than cats.
Today, where the second generation
conceives new life,
I stand night watch without hesitation.
The cat that once nursed in the past.
The fifth-generation cat I raised—
The moment it first saw this new life,
It mistook it for prey.
Yet now, it does so no longer.
Instead, it protects.
And I, no longer need to stand night watch.
While I work from home
two cats, one black and one beige,
stare in the window
of my small, cozy office...
my orange tabby stands guard.
Three felines reflect
a striking combination
of colors and hues...
and show curiosity,
never confrontational.
Later, at the beach,
I see several children,
white and black and brown,
friendly, playing together...
we can learn from cats and kids.
Fat cats are fat, that's where they're at
Their greatest ambition's to accumulate fat
Some may start small
But few will grow tall
Cause they mostly accumulate where they have sat
the cat awakens
strolls out looking for action
picks a street fight
I am a butler to my cat.
And I head to the bathroom.
But why is it that
Whenever I open the bathroom door,
My cat is always standing there, guarding me?
0 and 1.
When eyes are closed, I am not seen;
When eyes are opened, I appear.
Could it be that my cat has already mastered
The profound secrets of quantum mechanics?
Do not argue with me!
Just as a cat is at its most vulnerable when doing its business,
It knows its butler is just as vulnerable, too.
It is standing guard to protect me.
The cat is always by my side.
“Aeyong—”
In this single, tiny cry,
The entire providence of the universe is contained!
Therefore, remember!
Even when you pass away, take that cat's cry with you into the afterlife!
Even within your stilled, lifeless heart,
That sacred voice will never vanish!
I look at you.
Eyes like salted shrimp,
Despicable.
Then, one day.
Just before my breath stops,
The sharp, cold breath of death
Approaches me.
"Chirp, chirp."
Suddenly,
The cricket
Casts a Harry Potter spell,
And to me, it says "Meow,"
Becoming a baby kitten.
"Meow, meow, meow~"
I cry, too.
You cry, too.
The scorching sunlight binds me down.
Why is summer so cruel like this?
My friend left for Switzerland.
A letter arrived not long ago:
“It is stained with green meadows here.”
“No one tries to hurt me.”
“There is no such thing as rat poison.”
I should have been the one to go.
“Is my face really that hideous?”
“Oh, what a life of mine. Meow.”
Like hope seeping through the neon lights,
That man approached me.
I am a stray cat.
Yet, no mere wanderer am I.
I am a thinker,
One who deciphers the gaze of humans.
A Rolex watch on his wrist,
A calm leisure lingering in his eyes.
But I already know.
What matters more than food
Is a savior, a victim,
Who will clean up my waste.
“Meow…” My cry was a question.
Could this man truly be my butler?
Could he grant me the peace inside a box?
Could he buy me at least a single cat tower?
Or would he someday,
Fall for a girl, cheat on me,
And abandon me to leave?
I held my breath, hesitating.
Weighing you and me against each other,
At the very moment my heart pounded—
Before I knew it, I was sitting upon his lap.
It was not a chosen favor,
It was a gamble, staking my entire life.
The cat sat on the …er… rug
(He thought the mat would be too obvious)
Snarling and spitting at the … dog,
Who sat there totally omniferous.
He reckoned a Rotweiler shouldn’t be intimidated
By a mere cat; but it gets complicated.
When the feline suddenly said “ha ha ha,”
The canine remembered he was only a Chihuahua
And that the cat was considerably bigger.
In fact it was a Bengal Tiger!
All this occurred in Devon.
I wonder if Chihuahuas go to heaven.
As midsummer approaches this place,
I begin to wriggle.
With every slight movement, the scent of the earth
And the high-temperature sunlight make me pause.
I long to bury myself deep within the soil.
Please, let the rain fall.
Wriggle, wriggle.
Before I know it, I am inside the dirt.
Though the world outside is sweltering,
The whole energy of the earth embraces me.
I am alive.
Budging, shifting.
I am not even hungry.
An emerald with no name
Wraps around me.
And so, a season passes by.
Then, someone pursues me
Like a stalker.
I gave up.
It was an existence I could not defeat.
The barren, withered you
Dances a snowflake dance for me,
So charming and sweet.
Before I know it, softly,
Leaning against my side,
Giving me a sudden, surprise kiss,
My whole body trembles without my knowing.
I miss them. My friend.
My friend, all of a sudden,
Was kidnapped by a massive, towering figure,
Unable to even breathe in the seawater,
Staring at unfamiliar fish,
They must be struggling and writhing.
I am a earthworm.
Today, too, I wriggle.
There was once a black cat called Halloween
Thought his bad luck was certain and foreseen
But he shared the wealth
Kept none for himself
Then rebranded himself as the May Queen
It's raining, pouring cats and dogs
Do I care, no let it rain frogs
Happy as Larry
Today I marry
Down the aisle in my bridle togs.
Even if the sun fails to shine
This day is for me and for mine
What'er the weather
We get together
All's in for a magical time.
Cats sweetly meow and they purr
Dogs bark very loud to concur
So in the rainfall
You will hear their call
Getting soaking wet through their fur.
So let cats and dogs have their fun
Let them out when rain has begun
Splashing in puddles
Expecting cuddles
Sorry cats and dogs, that’s not on.
It is raining cats and dogs I see
Weather forecast says it’s mostly beastly
Umbrellas ain’t no good
Can’t go out for food
We’ll just stay home and watch AKC/CFA* on TV
*American Kennel Club/Cat Fanciers Association
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