Denis Mair


Corky The Magnificat - Poem by Denis Mair

The trouser-fur of Corky's belly and legs
Is as white as Mark Twain's linen suit
Or maybe like a pitcher of cream
His eyes are emerald like an Afgani girl
His back like a butternut squash
His muzzle like the foam on porter beer
What is this streak brushing my ankle
As he runs toward the door eagerly?
He has the timing of a strobe light
Or he couldn't brush past a walking leg
'Woiaauu' is his plea to go out
Kept in at night, he tries tomfoolery
Jumps in the dryer with a load of clothes
Rubs his nose against the other cat's face
Until she walks away in a huff
Makes a commotion in his litter box
And finally comes to settle in my lap

Corky you look me in the eye
When I walk past your stair perch
You announce your intentions
With a whirring, mewing soundtrack
You visit my lap at least once an evening
When petted your eyes close halfway
You rub the side of my computer screen
Asking me to notice you
Single hairs blend together in your fur
My fingers feel nothing but softness
Cork-face,
The creation smiled when you took shape
You are a piece of living artistry
Your animal drives are harmonious
Your behavior is balanced
You never beg for attention
You are considerate in your way
Who could refuse your companionship?
Corky, you make me want a place
Where I could settle and keep a cat.
You make me want to scan the want-ads
Where I could find another cat like you
But there could never be a cat like you
With your dignified needs you remind me
Nature is in the business of beauty
By our friendship across species
Every day I unwrap the message you bring

Topic(s) of this poem: cat

Form: Blank Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

When I house-sat for an Evergreen College professor who lived 16 miles from Olympia, I took care of two cats and two dogs, or maybe it was the other way around. Corky was a magnificent Persian who often climbed a 10-foot ladder to sit in the windowsill of a cupola. I never imagined a cat could streak up a ladder designed for human beings. Corky also went on walks with me and the dogs. He would lay in wait beside the path ahead, then jump out at us. He would actually bound onto a dog's back as springboard while leaping across the path! He was the most clownish grimalkin I have ever met, but he also kept me company quietly while reading.

Comments about Corky The Magnificat by Denis Mair

  • Robert Murray Smith (11/21/2016 6:32:00 PM)

    Comments About Corky
    This magnificent cat poem is full of wonderful imagery.++10

    You may like my Black Puddy Cat #1.

    Regards
    Robert
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  • Clarence Prince (2/5/2016 2:20:00 PM)


    Nature is in the business of beauty.
    Sounds good!
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, August 15, 2016


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