Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

My Cats

Poem by Charles Bukowski

I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and

but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so

they complain but never
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can't

their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
hesitation or

when I am feeling
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my

I study these

they are my

Topic(s) of this poem: cats

Comments about My Cats by Charles Bukowski

  • Ian Lewis Copestick (1/5/2019 2:32:00 PM)

    I completely understand how he feels. Animals have a lot more cool than humans. I think it helps that they cannot speak.(Report)Reply

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  • Ofentse (3/19/2018 12:43:00 PM)

    I wishh its mi pet(Report)Reply

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  • Pietro 6 (3/5/2016 1:24:00 AM)

    Welcome poems about cats. I have a wickness for cats. I like it.(Report)Reply

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  • Kevin PatrickKevin Patrick (12/26/2015 10:30:00 PM)

    They are the most marvelous of creatures, self sufficient vagabonds with their own Bukowski might have been gruf and tough but deep down he could compose the most beautiful fragile works. This is one of them(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 8, 2015