I was looking forward to beginning a book about felines,
the beautiful view of moggies in verse and rhymes,
but after perusing a few there was a nagging sense in my head,
I didn't agree with a lot
that I read:
I saw words like "aloof", "distant", "scorning",
as if these things only
arrive when they deem to
call,
and I thought you really
don't know cats at all...
They'll follow you down the road to see you for a bit more time,
and sit on the knee, purr contented divine:
although still a bit scared on her back will roll and with vulnerability meet,
conjuring up the sweetest of greets.
Someone once sang...
"Don't get excited, cats will never be our sidekick
so I know our love will always be unrequited."
However...
Bouncing down the street to see me when I got home from school,
I forgot in an instant a bully was cruel,
then lost, bereft, day all of the slow,
went and sat on my shoulder to say, "I'm here, you know":
an attempt to lift, a furry kick-start,
if that's unrequited I choose a broken heart.
Okay, maybe a scratch, never say never,
but our love is precious
and always forever.
Write what you see, sing your song,
but please, please,
stop getting cats wrong.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 2:46 PM UTC
I was looking forward to beginning a book about felines,
the beautiful view of moggies in verse and rhymes,
but after perusing a few there was a nagging sense in my head,
I didn't agree with a lot
that I read:
I saw words like "aloof", "distant", "scorning",
as if these things only
arrive when they deem to
call,
and I thought you really
don't know cats at all...
They'll follow you down the road to see you for a bit more time,
and sit on the knee, purr contented divine:
although still a bit scared on her back will roll and with vulnerability meet,
conjuring up the sweetest of greets.
Someone once sang...
"Don't get excited, cats will never be our sidekick
so I know our love will always be unrequited."
However...
Bouncing down the street to see me when I got home from school,
I forgot in an instant a bully was cruel,
then lost, bereft, day all of the slow,
went and sat on my shoulder to say, "I'm here, you know":
an attempt to lift, a furry kick-start,
if that's unrequited I choose a broken heart.
Okay, maybe a scratch, never say never,
but our love is precious
and always forever.
Write what you see, sing your song,
but please, please,
stop getting cats wrong.
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