the cat sits
to the back of the couch
thankful for the cushions
she is about
What the Cat Knows
comes up on the bed while I read
and write a little,
sniffs at the inked lines
in the notebook beside me,
smells the thoughts,
flicks her tongue tasting them,
places her front paws on the page,
as if she
feels the vibration of the thoughts,
looks at me,
closes her eyes
As the sun moves around the curve
of the southerly fall sky
it's reaching rays move from my
window to the front door
that pops as the heat warms
the core and metal skin
as if he is knocking to come in
before leaving the sky to
make room for the chasing moon.
The cats would like that;
his coming in to curl up with
them in whatever corner they
decided to sleep, warming
their unshed fur.
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Yes, I have two cats, Peanut and Shadow. They are sisters although you wouldn’t know it from looking at them or watching them. They’re 11 years old. Peanut was the smaller one as a kitten, but not now. Shadow tends to follow me around. While they once would snuggle up with each other, now, for unknown reasons, they hiss at each other when they pass too near. The first poem is about Peanut, the second about Shadow, and the third about both. Do you have cats? Prefer cats over dogs? Have a favorite poem about pets? Please share your thoughts in the comments section.
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