Stray Cat Café Poem by Dean Meredith

Stray Cat Café

Rating: 5.0


On a dreary day too poor for a name,
He dragged himself down to the little café,
Flat white and a paper, always the same,
He fumbled for coins and something to say,
His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold,
The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss,
His soft fingers touched the counter so cold,
And there she was, a sunny shining miss,
All glowing with life and lighter than air,
Pink lemonade cheeks and strawberry lips,
A chef’s hat hiding her blonde wistful hair,
Uniform jealously guarding her hips,
As soon as she smiled, his fears departed,
And that praise God was how it all started.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 14 November 2011

What an adorable piece. I think I have fallen in love with the Stray Cat Cafe. Wish that I could go there right this instant, teleport myself in to watch the drama going on.

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Khairul Ahsan 09 October 2020

'As soon as she smiled, his fears departed, And that praise God was how it all started' - loved these concluding lines. The opening line too is wonderful!

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Mahtab Bangalee 11 March 2020

imaginatively written; good poem penned

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Kim Barney 05 October 2014

Nice Poem. I hope the name of the place is not an indication of what's on the menu!

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Aman Arora 03 July 2014

I like the description.

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Smoky Hoss 26 November 2011

What fun! We need a sequel to find what happens next!

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