There we sat
Just me and the cat,
Upon a bench overlooking the river Thames,
The cat turned to me
And said, I believe I see
Some approaching cranes.
To the cat with eyes
Always looking rather wise,
I smiled and replied thus,
Is the crane afloat
Aboard a wayward boat
Or arriving atop a bus?
The cat and I
Both did sigh,
For we had come to understand,
Never could we see things quite the same
Life as serious or life as game
For she is a cat and I a man.
So now on the bench she and I continue to sit
Without expressing thoughts one bit,
And thus it shall remain until one or the other does die,
When arrives that lonely day
So long pal will be the only words to say
A simple understanding between intimate friends... the cat and I.
Extraordinary thoughts and tenderness in this poem. Far reaching and unforgettable. So natural and appealing.
Hell, this sounds like my marriage at times; we don't communicate so well also. At least I get a homemade meal, even though i usually do the dishes. : ) bri
Keen observation my friend, at the time I wrote this it was indeed meant toward the relationship that I had with my now ex-wife.
I'd love to chat with a talking cat. Why can't I have a friend like that?
I enjoyed this tale about a man and his cat- - if only you had added a horse, I would have joined you on that magic bench. Enjoyed this very original poem very much, Smoky. Top marks
Some of my best friends are animals. My horse, my dog, my goldfish...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful poem with an amazing metric underlying it.
Thanks Patti, I'm glad you enjoyed it.