Poem about a kitten in the November 2, 1935 issue of Street and Smith's Love Story Magazine.
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Cat (11-1-24)
Like that of a stray cat,
I will hiss and lash
at a stray foreign touch
Impure and dirty
rubbing against my once pure fur
I was taught better
I should know better
than to fight what I deserve
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USELESS IS AS USELESS DOESN’T
Have you ever had the eyes of a cat
removed? I’m about to agree to this.
The cat’s already blind and in pain
according to the vet, and would be blind
differently is all, with ghosts of eyes
instead of his current milky orbs,
but the thought of my yes
still crushes my tender bits,
the origami at the center of my breath.
My father saw this coming. Years ago,
he set me on his knee
and told me that everyone dies
in pieces, an elbow or head at a time,
then set me on his other knee
and told me that wisteria
can’t be killed, and roses, rust,
that a smart man
ignores the construction code
and builds on a foundation
of love and cumulus.
I’m sorry that he ran out of knees
so quickly, that I’ve killed everyone
I care about for years, imagined them dying
or dead, and that I can’t actually
hitchhike on starlight. I stick my thumb out
but nothing, I’m still here and unable
to lift the darkness of Wednesdays
and Januaries off of Eve
or operate on my mother’s heart
with a firefly or go to Spain
this minute and free bulls
from men about to stab them
beautifully, erotically,
for the art of a terror so deep,
only blood can speak its name.
BOB HICOK
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Deciding Embers Vol.4, 12.2.23
"Frost-Kitten"
Single file footfalls
Soft on soft snow
After the tail
Trails end
Storms stop
Only one set of prints
Pawed through the thaw
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Oh my sweet little cat
All day long you eat and get fat
In my bed you roll and play
But most of the time you sleep and lay
Softest of fur for me to pet
On my clothes is where it will get
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Halberd Books volume 2, chapbook 4
Miscreants: Cat Poems
11 poems about the frustrations and the delights of living with these fuzzy little guys
by David M. Briggs
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🐱
Give me the meow
Give me all the meow
Give me the purr too
And a head-butt or two
So the wet salt on my skin
Will have disappeared by mornin'
Oh, sweet friend, give me the meow
Give me strength to live tomorrow
Oh please, don't stop now
Friend, give me the meow
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Alley Cat: I'm scared to say I love you to them
Stray Dog: Why?
Alley Cat: I'm worried they won't say it back
Stray Dog: Say it anyway
Alley Cat: This is why no one loves you, you give it out to easily
Stray Dog: No one loves me because I love with my teeth
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snow-drop kitty paws
pattering to the kitchen
boop-nose demands food
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Cat themed haiku for me to recite to/at my cat? 🐈
Kitty so purrfect,
I can't deny this feline —
Mewsic to my ears.
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panther
a light patter of rain traveling up and down the hallway
in the witching hours.
featureless in the lack of light
that you camouflage into.
slinking between the shadows,
you're a secret agent. you hide
a greater mission.
and without you, we'd be vulnerable to the threats —
the passing car,
the fly in the window,
and the ever-menacing empty glass,
appropriately perched on a ledge.
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Fat Cat (The Deist)
I am dead
Three years, now.
And the cat who outlived me
(thank God)
Sleeps on my spot on the couch
As if it were still warm,
As if I had only just stood up,
And do not intend to return.
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