Robin Robertson

(1955 / Scone)

Cat; Failing - Poem by Robin Robertson

A figment, a thumbed
maquette of a cat, some
ditched plaything, something
brought in from outside:
his white fur stiff and grey,
coming apart at the seams.
I study the muzzle
of perished rubber, one ear
eaten away, his sour body
lumped like a bean-bag
leaking thinly
into a grim towel. I sit
and watch the light
degrade in his eyes.

He tries and fails
to climb to his chair, shirks
in one corner of the kitchen,
cowed, denatured, ceasing to be
anything like a cat,
and there's a new look
in those eyes
that refuse to meet mine
and it's the shame of  being
found out.  Just that.
And with that
loss of face
his face, I see,
has turned human.


Comments about Cat; Failing by Robin Robertson

  • (4/24/2016 6:12:00 AM)


    I am not too sure what to make of this poem. It sounds like the cat has been in a fight, or maybe out on the town all night. Or am I missing the point? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014


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