I have a cat
Black as midnight
With a tail strong
From bristling and curving into s-shapes.
He came to us younger and firmer
Fur thick with the muscle of the cold
From the hunt for somewhere else
And he was hungry.
My mother said he must have been beaten
Because he had learnt to fear a hand from above
So we stroked him from the side
Asking meek permission.
He learnt to recognise my shoes as
That one thing which brought love
And could not be human because
It did not shout.
I changed my shoes often when I learnt this
So that every day it learnt to love someone new
And now it fears no human
And sits warmly at our sides.
We called him Bagheera because
We know that he comes
From a dark jungle
Where only the strongest of heart can survive.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
I have a cat
Black as midnight
With a tail strong
From bristling and curving into s-shapes.
He came to us younger and firmer
Fur thick with the muscle of the cold
From the hunt for somewhere else
And he was hungry.
My mother said he must have been beaten
Because he had learnt to fear a hand from above
So we stroked him from the side
Asking meek permission.
He learnt to recognise my shoes as
That one thing which brought love
And could not be human because
It did not shout.
I changed my shoes often when I learnt this
So that every day it learnt to love someone new
And now it fears no human
And sits warmly at our sides.
We called him Bagheera because
We know that he comes
From a dark jungle
Where only the strongest of heart can survive.
