I’m Alone At Home! Part 1. Poem by Konstantin Ananin

Inspired by Blank’s 'That Strain of a Leak..'


How nice to be at home
Now that I am alone!
I’ve already played with Tom
And would keep unless he’d gone.
All these cats are so strange,
But we need them for a change.
He looked pleased when I died him
Red and orange, blue and green.
I’m afraid he didn’t like
Big black spots above his eyes
As he suddenly began
Hissing like a frying pan.
Then I caught his fluffy tail,
And, I think, it made him rail
As his hiss turned into roars
And I saw his sharp grey claws.
He jumped up and tried to hit,
But I managed to retreat.
I’d have failed to stop his rush
If I hadn’t had that brush
As the taste of my black paint
Made Tom think he tried in vain.
How proudly he turned
Thinking that he’d made me learned!
But I knew that he would fail,
In one lunge I reached his tail.
Two fast strikes meant one black spot.
He rushed back but met the door.
Three more colours I’d have put
But was scared by his mood.
Like a rainbow in clouds
He could look, but he went out.
And what’s now? Yes! ! ! Some ice
Will make all extremely nice! …