Some people work like dogs do,
They run and run and run —
They always work in packs, too;
Alongside everyone
And others work like cats will:
They rest up on some shelf,
Then suddenly they’ll sprint to kill,
Just himself or herself
The dogs think cats are lazy,
A natural enemy;
The cats think dogs are crazy,
And waste their energy
Relax, my friend
Don’t worry so
You’re free to look
Or come and go
So be at peace
And smell the air
You have all this
What more is there?
The cat lives in the city, but
The city isn’t in the cat;
He knows no borders, limits, nor
Indeed, exactly where he’s at –
For where he is, is all there is.
The tower, or the town —
It, all of it, is just the same:
There’s him, and then, there’s
Down
Image credit : © Boris Kasyanov | Dreamstime.com – The domestic cat
[Lessons learned from watching a cat. – Owen]
The only trees we ever know
Are those we dare to climb;
For only the ridiculous
Keep us from the sublime
‘Adventuring’ – it’s who are –
But we do not recall;
The tree sits fallow in the yard,
Though beautiful in fall
The only trees we truly love
Are those we’ve really known:
So look and climb and touch and taste
And make your life
Your own
the cat now sleeps upon the book;
the book upon the table lies –
why read a book
when i know that it lies?
i have a blanket for the cold —
the cat now kneads the blanket, so
who needs it worse?
the one who needs or kneads?
my grandson says that
captain america is
batman.
the cat never makes that mistake.
i talk to the cat about
why it is that
the music of william schuman
speaks to me as it does –
the cat offers
no answers
i miss the dog,
who just died,
for she was real —
i have no cat,
i haven’t for many years
my last cat lived 21 years
our dog lived 15, which
for a golden retriever
was getting up there
i write this because
the house seems a lot emptier
and
i know no other way to face it
My parents named her “Vashti”, but
We always called her Mittbee.
I offer no defense, except
That I was eight years old.
She was a shysome Persian, gliding
Silently through hallways –
An early introduction to
The life of one not-bold
A soft nocturnal creature who
Delighted in her freedom;
To stay away from everyone
And eschew all the fuss
A cat I now see as a being
That I can relate to:
The kind of creature that I am,
Who stays
Anonymous
Ech, I have to wait again —
I just really do hate waiting.
She’ll be home soon – wonder when?
Ticking clocks are just so grating.
Dang that woman’s slow as Christmas.
It IS Christmas. Sorry, there —
But perhaps I can transport her
Using my
Amazing
Stare
