Wednesday, 11 July 2012

A Poem

Well - I am trying. How long I can keep it up when I feel so dissatisfied with the results I don't know. But here is an offering:

Cats.

There are pampered ones
who spend their days
on velvet cushions; all their ways
indulged by doting owners, who
fulfil their every whim.
While we impartial ones, we know
that no-one owns a cat.

There are those with chewed-up ears,
with missing bits of fur
and scars on face and nose.
It's those - the tough guys -
who roam the gardens, steal the food,
rely on no-one, walk alone
and have no home
save where they choose to stay.

Then there are the ordinary ones
who have their bowls, their toys, cushions,
who wander in and out through flaps
and deign to accept the strokes - and laps.
They all share one thing, you'll agree,
if they want something from you or me,
they'll walk ahead, they'll trip you up,
they'll make you listen, let you see,
that really they own you.
And they'll make very sure each day
it stays that way.

9 comments:

Dominic Rivron said...

Keep 'em coming!

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

I always love your poems.
Love the rhyme of Flap and Lap!!

Heather said...

I love this Pat - it's delightful. Keep going - I enjoy reading your poems and feel you have no reason to be dissatisfied with your work.

Gerry Snape said...

that is so true...my last cat thought that the whole of it was just for him...and I loved him for it!!

Elizabeth said...

Ah, the utter impossibility of making a cat do what you want it to!
A super poem.

Hildred and Charles said...

You have surely captured their 'attitude', Pat. Enjoyed the poem.

ChrisJ said...

Great poem. Mine does the walk ahead and trip you up thing very well.

Toffeeapple said...

No need to feel dissatisfaction at all, it is a very good read. Well done Pat.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thanks for the encouragement folks.