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Daniel Sep 17
Cat in the window, are you a kindred soul?
Are you dreaming of the trees and the life that they hold?

Can you hear the insects scream in the dark as it grows cold? If you could, would you break free and leave all that you know?

Cat in the window, are you a kindred soul?
I saw you dreaming of the breeze, and the grass stuck in your fur.

We're both just watching as the leaves turn orange and then disperse. Are we sharing the same dream of exploring this green earth?

Cat in the window, I think we're kindred souls.
We both look at the stars at night and dream of things untold.

I hope you find joy in this life and peace inside your soul. I pray that earth may hold you tight when you've passed beyond your mold.
A poem I wrote contemplating my neighbor's cat as it stared at the trees out the window at night.
π‘Ίπ’–π’…π’…π’†π’π’π’š, 𝑰 π’Žπ’Šπ’”π’”π’†π’… 𝒖𝒔
π‘―π’‚π’–π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’Šπ’…π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’‚π’Šπ’“
π‘ͺ𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’ π’”π’•π’†π’‚π’Žπ’š 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’• π’Žπ’š π’…π’†π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 π’šπ’π’– π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’‚π’“π’Žπ’”
𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’‚π’•π’„π’‰ π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑
𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’Žπ’š π’†π’šπ’†π’”
π‘΄π’š 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 π’˜π’Šπ’”π’‰ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’šπ’π’–
𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’‚π’Šπ’ 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑻𝒐 π’•π’‚π’Œπ’† π’šπ’π’– π’‚π’˜π’‚π’š π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’Žπ’†
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆.
My furrbaby had pneumonia. No way to go to the vet due to lockdown, so I had to manage it at home with steam inhalation and every possible means. Luckily she survived but die a month later after suffering from UTI.
Isaac Ward Jul 1
I ached, looking from the hill,
The sun would hurry home,
This place never thought up before-
This place that would be left alone,

And as the oranges and
Pinks turned to onyx quilts,
The cat rubbed against my tennis shoes,
Purring at a friendship built.

Cream and cereal I rendered-
Pulled from aether will,
And a bowl and spoon and saucer, too,
For each to have their fill,

But the cat took all the cream,
And said "It's just some cream",
But dry is my cereal,
And this is just a dream.
Claire Gordon Jun 23
A sweet little kitten I found her,
and so I thought she would stay,
but the mischief inside her started to stir
almost the very next day.

Where went that sweet little kitten
who’d sleep in my lap so sound?
Now I'm more apt to be bitten!
Then away from me she will bound.

Alas, I adore this sweet kitten,
twice now the size she once was.
Forever I'll find myself smitten
with her pink nose and velvety paws.
Kairosclere Jun 12
This, a story
Of love and endurance
A survival match
Among the wilderness
Away
From a house displaced
Lived a cat
Out of place,
In this cruel world.
He changed his hues
Constantly
Trying to fit in
This troubled cat,
Only to seek a soul
Much like its own.
He loitered about
Day and night long
Picked prey by hounds
Clean, from all use,
By these bunch of hyenas
That saw the cat
As everything
But their own.
Trying to escape
With each tick of the clock
From an inescapable fate
Which led him
To his cub.
As their eyes met,
Their souls intertwined,
He had found his world
Alas, one he could
Never call "mine"
With the days
Of their lives
Brimming with joy
The cat found himself,
Rediscovered, stupefied.
He decided
That a life
Without her, a lioness,
Would amount to nothing,
A life given meaning
Simply with every
Breath she took.
Alas, she breathed
For her lions instead,
Where she was one
Among the royals,
As entitled.
The cat, heartbroken,
Lost himself once again
The way he claimed back
From the void
He lost, once and for all.
As his cub
Grew with grace,
Into a fearless hunter
It finally reached him
They they might
Never live together.
Yet their small lives
Are still bound
By little promises made
He is,
In her broken mirror's world,
A black cat.
you are soft all over, yet i still feel your comforting weight when you lay with me
you are swift and sleek, but also adorable in your own small ways
the way you lay on my chest as if i’ve no need to breathe is insanely frightening
and the way you make sure to position yourself just right, where my arm will fall asleep
but i won’t be able to move
is absolutely ingenious
you have the most enchanting pale green eyes
they beg for cuddles while simultaneously asking if i’m alright,
and it’s admirable how you are loyal to me
when some days i can hardly bring myself to feed you or change the litter
you have more faith in me than i do
because when i am sad or crying
you push your head against my nose
make sure your **** goes in my face,
curl up on my chest and sleep with me
or you meow until i’m forced to get up
and you trust that eventually i’ll get up
i absolutely love my kitten
she always helps to brighten my day
My life's work is the wiggling leap
Of a soft little kitten, who lands in a heap.

My life's work is the hyper, swift lick
Of a rambunctious puppy who moves lightning quick.

My life's work is the smile of a friend,
Who I know will be with me till the bitter end.

My life's work is a high GPA;
Perseverance is how I got here today.

My life's work are these words that I write,
And the heartfelt confession, "you saved my life".

My life's work is nowhere near done.
I fell down, I got up, now I'm ready to run.
I volunteer at a place that helps people with mental issues (like National Suicide Hotline) and somebody told me that I saved their life. It really helped me pull myself back to a stabilized condition. Even though I still feel like **** and quarantine has been really hard, I'm pushing through it and appreciating the good that I do have
Gemma Davies Feb 24
Eyes that show you "I will love you forever"
Eyes that tell you β€œI am smart and clever”
Eyes that say β€œMy love has no end”
Eyes that ask you β€œWill you be my friend?”
Eyes that show you "I want a lap to rest in"
Eyes that beg you "Please tickle my chin"
Eyes that want to be chosen and cared for
Eyes that stare at the shelter doorΒ Β 
Eyes that remain hopeful as you decide
Eyes that tell you β€œI will stay by your side
Eyes that say β€œI’d like space to roam”
Eyes that ask you β€œCan you give me a home?”
Eyes that beg you β€œPlease pick me”
Eyes that show you how happy you can be!
A poem for the Oahu SPCA
Crystal Freda Dec 2019
I always got your back
no matter what.
I will kiss your bruises
and your cuts.

We will stay together
through thick and thin.
You will always be
my little, soft kitten.

You are my baby
ball of fur.
My favorite sound is
when you purr.

I love you,
my pretty kitty cat.
Nothing in this world
can change that.
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