At midnight I'd see a cat
Male or female I do not know
Though they're fluffy —
White as snow.

A pleasant approach with an embracing face
As the creatures eyes glow
Warmer than the ol' Moon up above
And shine so splendidly that I often forget
Both the time and place
In which we met.

How can a nameless feline like you
Make me ponder who I am?

There they lie on the floor of the house.
Stretched in the sun, lounging about.
Furry and killer, soft yet so mean.
Gone when you want them, here when you don't.

Junebug June,
gazing at the moon.
Your tail flicks in time
to a silent tune
the stars gently croon.

June Junebug,
the twinkling stars tug
at the strings of your heart
as you gaze in a trance
at the stars in their dance.

Junebug dear,
the night sky so clear,
the melody the moon
whispers in your ear
only you can hear.

-

Cats possess this thing
about their rears that they
flaunt with impunity

wielding it to express their
unique personal opinions
at the moment

uncurling outwards and
upwards and around then
back downwards

sweeping around table legs
swishing side to side and
then slipping underneath

towards no one
in particular

they sometimes will
form the shape of
the letter "C"
coil into a "S"
straighten to an "i"
or if startled, an "!"

but not a "Z",
never a "K"
and no "E"s,
definitely
not—

and certainly
not an "X"
unless two
stand end
to end

maybe four of them
can gather and
form a "W"

but given their nature,
would they not
question "Y"—
? ...


s jones
© 2008


.

It's not your looks, I
like but what you are INSIDE
talking to my fridge

Sometimes I pretend
that I’m dying to see if
my cat would save me.

What can be bigger a crime,
Than abusing someone;
Who has a heart as you have,
Who is as much alive as you;

Their inability to express,
Through words doesn’t give
You the rights to harass them;
Let alone taking undue advantage.

True utilization of your voice
Would be to speak for those who can’t,
And do not forget that you are
Nothing but a social animal yourself.