Claudia Moline



Why is it that painters
Can never paint cats
Well enough?
Is it that cats are elusive?
Do their piercing eyes
A painter can paint
A paw poised daintly
On the very border of the wall.
A painter can paint colour with care
And the four dark lines on the head,
and the whiskers
But a painter can´t paint
The padded warmth
Of a kitten´s playful touch
Nor the twitch of its vigilant ears,
Nor the call of distress when in pain,
Nor its purr and the delight
Of a furry belly caressed
Or of its leaping from high
And landing with grace
And walking away as if
It hadn´t been effort at all.
A painter can paint
The blackness of a black cat
And the greenness of its eyes
But he can´t make them speak
Like my cat´s eyes speak to me.

Topic(s) of this poem: cats

Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 5, 2017

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (10/5/2017 1:30:00 PM)

    Amazing poem. It shows your love of nature and of pets, cats in particular. I would
    appreciate the cat's persona and behavior detailed in the poem so meticulously. Thanks.

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