Cat Free Verse Poems

10
10 days, which is more than a week.

9
She cuddles and it’s ok, it’s ok.

8
She ate really good today. We gave her another can and we...

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You made me less.
Sleepless.
And now I’m falling asleep at the table.
Theology swims, 
Trapped in my teacup.

You made me weak.
Weak as the colour pink,
And still,
I shrink.

You...

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My little Eden -- 
before the fall

a screened porch
in the shade of
an ancient
overarching
fig tree

small wonder
Adam and Eve
needed only one each
to hide their new
nakedness -- 

chicks...

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I’m busy again.
Dusting, organizing, mopping.
Everything is clean already.
We already swept up all her old food.
And mopped her muddy paw prints.
It’s clean, it’s clean enough!
They say.
We...

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(prelude) 
 
  the buzzing of the evening insects 
  presage evil ! 

  here are black wolves ! here are ghosts...

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Clever.
In a way only a person can be.
When she would try to sneak our human food.
Loving.
When she would place her paw on my hand.
If she...

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Her fur used to fly.
She used to fly.
From the floor to the couch.
Once she settled- 
We’d brush.
For years, it was full and youthful.
Then it was...

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She hated that vacuum.
She would run around and try to trip me.
This chore used to take forever and ever…
Now it’s done.
All those traces of fur...

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She scrunches her nose, like a person.
She folds her ears back, like only she can.
I drink coffee in hopes it will be a cozy time...

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You would put your paws in your water dish.
Tip it over and splash around.
Paper towel was fruitless.
You’d unravel it and tear it up.
I was annoyed...

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Your heart stopped.
For some reason, I hoped it wouldn’t.
Silence.
Then I started up again.
Your eyes don’t look scared.
You never were.
We pause then leave quickly.
As if we...

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Terror so concealed

Its fighting for the dominance of her sight.
Her eyes stretching wide and full like plates being spun on sticks
The ferocity provoking her doings
The...

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When Darla got a paper cut she went ballistic.
Reacted the way others acted if their arm was gnawed off.
If someone bumped her she complained for...

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Theme song to Felix the cat went like this in the sixties.
Felix the cat
The wonderful wonderful cat
Whenever he is in a fix,
He’ll get into his...

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What do you call him?
My cousin Gertie smirked a bit. You go first, she said.
We call him blue-eyed-stare-boy
I call him the weirdy cat.
He is a...

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