Cats Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

Cats

Rating: 3.2


Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned

To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.

They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn

To answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.



Submitted by Stephen Fryer

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roger Kibble 13 August 2006

A perfect poem. Such skill, such perception, such metaphor.

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My man 27 January 2018

Good poems ggggggggggggggg

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Kim Barney 14 April 2015

Ha! I love the lines WILL NOT LEARN TO ANSWER TO THEIR NAMES and ARE SELDOM TRULY OWNED TILL SHOT OR SKINNED So true! As I said in my own cats poem, we don't own them; they own us.

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Kenneth Maswabi 14 April 2015

A very intelligent piece of poetry.Thank you

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It feels as a beautiful poem with nice words and rhythm.

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Andrea Field 15 August 2007

It was an absolute joy to re-discover this poem after many years.

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