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
concerns.

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

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

their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
without
hesitation or
remorse.

when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.

I study these
creatures.

they are my
teachers.

Topic(s) of this poem: cats


Comments about My Cats by Charles Bukowski

  • (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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  • (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



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