Malkin in male shape,
persona, inanity
Get a lost in tails
Categories:
malkin, old, poetess, sick,
Form: Senryu
The Grimalkin
I had a black cat with a white chest, a beautiful tabby that slept
every day on my sofa. I went on a week´s winter holiday, and left
it snoozing, there was a cat flap and it could get out and find food
for itself, usually by meowing outside peoples kitchens.
When I came back the mouser was still sleeping, I thought it was
the long sleep so I put the cat in a shoe box and put it on top of
the fire, a sort of pyre. Moggy jumped out of the box its tail afire,
through the flap fled and stuck its tail in a snow drift.
The malkin lives in the woods wishes it were a jaguar, kill things that
is of lesser size then itself, but it never comes near the houses.
Categories:
malkin, animal, cat,
Form: Blank verse
Purring in perfect perfection.
Curled up in contended contentment
he lies - half asleep, half awake -
ears attuned to tin opening...
coiled, curled, like a spring ... prepared.
Once playful and kittenish
he has aged into feline maturity.
Moving with stealth and pouncing,
surprising his prey with pliable precision,
then proudly presenting the prone prize to me.
This cat has character -
a constant companion since 'kitten-hood'.
Turning from tabby tearaway to
majestic malkin, marvellous mouser...
ears twitching as he sleeps ....
rousing to rustles - reacting with ready reaction ...
poised for action, or soporific on sofa...
preening at intervals, then asleep again -
dreaming of midnight prowling,
tom cat howling, rat and mousing.
He is my therapy: stroking his purring form;
conversing, cat-calling, cuddling, cajoling
him to come home .... he is a comfort -
a faithful feline friend, now middle-aged -
like me - and both curled up in contented contentment.
Categories:
malkin, animals, cat,
Form: Free verse