I saw that Cat the other day,
Where he was going who could say?
He strode along his head held high, his tail erect to brush the sky.
He gazed at me with pure disdain,
As if to say 'not you again! '
His promenading, full of grace, would indicate he owns the place.
What does he really think he's at?
Can he not see he's just a Cat?
And be satisfied with that?
Oh no, this feline bon-viveur,
Of Royal bloodline he is sure.
How can he be the stuff of Kings, while eating Rats and things with wings?
His gait screams immortality,
Nine lives he has, supposedly,
But that old tale is just a myth, not something that I'm bothered with.
His haughty ways do not fool me,
I see through him with clarity,
He's just another quadruped, with dreams of glory in his head.
He pads along with studied poise,
His ears pricked for any noise,
That might just help him demonstrate, those hunting skills he thinks innate.
He's self-deluded,
Self-possessed,
But all the same, a Cat, at best.
He turned the corner of my street,
The tour of his domain complete,
Adventures over for a while, he headed for his domicile.
I sauntered home with confidence,
To find him perched upon my fence.
I picked him up and tickled him, he purred at me and we went in.
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I found 'That Cat' and as I read each regal step prowled through my head.
I found 'That Cat' and as I read each regal step prowled through my head.
I love cats! this poem is clever, and shows your talent...playful, yet skillful. great job!
You paint a fine portrait of our feline companions. This is a skilled and inclusive read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahaha! ! ! By thale title I hoped for a tad of humour but nay this was more a riot. They are quite annoying the looks they give. But Nigel who's asleep next to me now who sucks the living dailights out of my duvet purring and drooling like a train he melts me. Scruffy old bag of wildness chunk missing from his ear who waits by my bedroom door and leaps on the bed joyous as I walk in. He's a rarity I think. Not upmarket looking at all. A real scruff bag with no attitude whatsoever infact I think he's always apologising for being here bless him. But he adores me so I'm happy. Glad your cat oozes confidence as I worry about Nigel's mental well being lol.