Oh yes, interesting! I can see why they were regarded as gods in ancient
Egypt.
Ken
On 6/25/2014 11:13 AM, Patrick Blessinger wrote:
> Kenneth,
>
> Thanks for sharing. These are wonderful poems! I am a cat lover myself so
> they take on special meaning for me. I have two cats. Cats are very
> interesting.
>
> All the best,
>
> Patrick
>
>
> On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 11:03 AM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>
>> The late Douglas Clark used to do lots of cat poetry. I almost never do.
>> But the current occupant of my home has inspired me by his interesting
>> lifestyle. The second of the two is time-stamped because it's shortly after
>> he woke me up and when I just dashed down anything.
>>
>> JAILBREAK
>>
>> The cat has gone missing. I have seen them die,
>> be surrendered, but this is a first: become
>> Dora the Explorer, anxious to hit the road
>> (his name is not even Jack), anxious to leave
>> me here between grief and fear, turned to
>> anthropomorphic monsters risen from
>> the imaginary sewer into the unseen
>> fears from my own worst self. Is he dead?
>>
>> Has he found a new friend and gone a-Maying?
>> He can't do much with a cat named Corinna,
>> he was neutered long ago, so it's playtime,
>> pure, carousing 'cross the countryside,
>> smelling the roses, perhaps a dinner of mice,
>> of squirrels. Who can know?
>>
>> A friend assures me he is a natural-born killer
>> and his domestic mask is his fraud against the world,
>> if he goes out he must hunt to live, and
>> life is his prime directive, his mission.
>> If he comes back to me it will also be his will,
>> a love still pure, divorced from hunger,
>> come home again because love, too, is in his will.
>>
>>
>> JOY
>>
>> I do not have the words for joy
>> so much misery and heartbreak
>> for so long and suddenly
>>
>> headbutted by my lost cat
>> 1:40 AM, the face staring at me
>> Why are you sleeping old fart
>> I am home after four days
>> I am hungry there were no field-mice
>> so feed me get up feed me.
>>
>> There are no words only crying
>> holding him to me a Mary Oliver moment
>> holding him to me like my very life
>> depends on him
>>
>> for it has and does gray is dispelled
>> banish misfortune indeed
>> he has banished it answered prayers
>> a full food dish and water all his
>> my tears are my life returned
>>
>> colors where was only shadows and dust
>> four-legged child where there was only
>> the orphaned ancient child.
>>
>> May 22 2014, 4:21 AM
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