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Lydia Sep 2024
I wonder if my cat knows
she’s helped me keep going
a few times
by just choosing to sit in my lap
GRIS Aug 2024
In the quiet of the empty streets,  
With shadows long and wide,  
A friend appeared with wagging tail,  
To stay right by my side.  

While the world was full of worry,  
And days seemed dark and long,  
Haru brought a gentle joy,  
A love both pure and strong.  

With every bark, a hint of hope,  
Each wag, a silent cheer,  
Through every storm, we found our way,  
With Haru always near.  

Now as the seasons slowly change,  
And the fear begins to fade,  
I know the love we shared those days,  
Is the best we ever made.
Ghxstcxt Aug 2024
I miss you every day
Your personality and your face
The way you'd greet me after being away
only momentarily
How you made me feel just after I wake
The weird ways you would lay
Your cheeky smile and how we would play
You changed my life in unquantifiable ways
Gave me a reason to make effort
and build on myself to be better
I hate how we parted in haste
Filled with hostility, upset, lacking grace
I replay it, and wish it was different
But I know it's something I can't change
And that's okay
Because I know you're doing well
Looking after yourself
Bringing joy to the world
Still being who you are with no filter
I keep your photos up to remember
I'll love you forever...
Nick Moore Aug 2024
Had to call him Ziggy
It fit so well
Just a coincidence
I quite like
David Bowie

Wouldn't describe him as affectionate
A fuss when home from work
Then off to an empty room
"I want to be alone"

Now I'm put off by needy things
In the end they repel me
So Ziggy has the psychological
Upper hand on me
I'm needy for his affection

Ziggy the strange dog
When having a poo
Looks like a frog

Wish I could say
It's just me
But every day
Someone makes a comment
"He's a handsome boy"
"Where did you get him from"
"Wow, he can jump"

Now I stand in Ziggy's shadow
Someone asked another
"Do you know Nick?"
"Oh yeah,  it's Ziggy's dad!"
It could be me that's strange.
Nick Moore Jun 2024
Little voice crying
The tortoise is dead

Oh no
There won't have been any pain
The words of comfort try too explain

Tell you what
A nice little box I've got

We can put Tommy inside
A hole in the garden  
Under earth he can hide

I'll make up a song to sing

Poor tortoise dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song

Pretty little tortoise with a shell stuck on
Poor tortoise dead and gone

I've just checked on Tommy
Good news

Not dead but sleeping
I explain

The funeral cancelled

I'm met with disappointment
Then these words do I hear

"Shall we **** him?"
Stolen song from the Doors.
Based on a true story my mother used to tell, when she worked in a children's home.
Gabrielle Apr 2024
My best friend doesn’t talk very much,
He listens sometimes, nods his head and such.

He sleeps all day, loudly most times,
Unbothered by me or nickels or dimes.

He smells damp, his feet are warm
Circled next to my head when my mind is a swarm.

My best friend always knows what to say
If the piles of stones in my head start to weigh.

In that, he doesn’t talk, or even really touch,
He just listens sometimes, nods his head and such.
This poem is about my friendship with my cat.
David Plantinga Mar 2024
In welcome old Fido is barking
But cats are too haughty for marking
If tenants are home,
Or off on a roam.  
A shut-in gets cranky and carking.
David Plantinga Mar 2024
Impatient, a lion will roar
And kitty’s meowing at the door,
Because paws are fumbling;
At doorknobs it’s grumbling.
Once launching a robin can soar.
Just a limerick about how cats will meow at the front door.
Zoe Byrd Feb 2024
When the sun goes down
And the Moon is high
The padding of feet can be heard
Along we with a small scratch at my door
It would go unheard if I did not know to listen for it

In the dead of the night
A black, starless night
No other sounds are being made
Except for the croaking of frogs
Not yet the chirping of birds

He comes to my bedroom door
And expects to be let in
So I leave the warm embrace of my bed
And let him in so he can be a good friend

Tears streak down my face
Because of the sadness my body holds
I reach down and embrace him in my arms
His body warms mine with his soft fur and beating heart

Together we make our way back to the bed
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