A Sonnet On The Passing Of A Friend's Cat Poem by Dan Reynolds
A Sonnet On The Passing Of A Friend's Cat
How can a cat connect, yet stay adrift?
How can it share a look that says so much?
The 'Cat''s acceptance of 'Us' is a gift
endorsed by letting carers dare to touch,
To pet, to preen, to scratch and purrhaps(?) brush?
(Not knowing when a claw may come to view,
and interrupt our empathizing rush,
as not one other pet, could ever do.)
They show us only glimpses of respect
whenever they see fit, or they're just bored.
Their fixed visages brim with intellect
and smugly show they know, how they're adored.
So when they pass away. what fills the gap
of those who chose to laze upon our lap?
I work for the union boss, the cat in my household, shared with the laboring dog....we dare not defy his indifference to us, unless, of course he comes a-purring....stealing secrets from my heart....Forget the fact of allergic attack, he steadily strings me along. I loved your piece....Well crafted. PEACE
Thank you Susan. Just been reviewing some of my comments and apologise for not replying.
I didn't read the whole cat passing thing, but I just caught the tail end of it. -c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:03:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A neighbourhood stray cat knew I didn't like cats and one day came thru the back porch into our kitchen and stared at me. He then gave a blood-curdling screech the likes of which I had never before encountered. I laughed myself silly at his audacity and welcomed him in to stay with us as long as he liked. Which he did.
Yes, Wes. tHey definitely seem to know, and perhaps they just want to change our opinions and partially closed minds. However, as a gardener.......grrrrrrrrrrr.; -)