Sonnet: Cat Ownership Poem by B. B. Woodall

Sonnet: Cat Ownership

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You have to love them to sift their latrine,
The uric fragrance burning your nose and eyes
As you render their special place fresh and clean-
One of them watches, impatient, and sighs.
You have to be ready for sleep-rending howls
When one recovers his ragged cloth ball-
At twelve or two- shaking it with feral growls,
Boasting his prey up and down the hall.
You must be attentive- even at four-
If bowls are empty and bellies not full:
Rude rattling and scratching on the bedroom door
Has such a hypnotic, nerve-racking pull.
How apt the pharaohs decreed them divine,
While litter-box slaves were treated like swine.

Thursday, May 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: cats
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It seems my wife and I have never had less than three or four cats to
care for, but it's voluntary servitude and reaps the benefit of their
loyalty and affection.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 02 May 2014

Haha! Nicely written and so humorous! I had a cat for 17-18 years and I remember all those looks so well! I will miss her dearly for the rest of my days. Thanks for the nice memories!

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B. B. Woodall

B. B. Woodall

Tulsa, Oklahoma
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