Cat Poetry

If you have a poem that you would like to see posted here, please submit it to suzie_kins@hotmail.com with the subject heading “Poem”.    Don’t forget to include the author’s name, if known.

Cat Attack
by Harold Webster ~ Buffalo, MN

The poem sneaks in
like a cat about to pounce,
catches us rapt in rhythms,
unsuspecting,
like a bird pecking
on a suet ball,
or some such thing,
and then
it bites us in the throat,
lacerates solace with a burst
of fang-sharp thought
that stuns one’s senses,
jagged dissonance,
a tart surprise
like tomato slices on the thighs.


For Rachel
by Harold Webster ~ Buffalo, MN

She grew as kittens do, all of a sudden,
from tiny clump of fluff to stuff of full-
grown cat, all full of cuddly naughtiness
and quick mischief and, in time, the whiff
of haughtiness and elegant grown-up airs,
except for occasional howls and kittenish meows
as proof of care about life’s rare vexations.
They try a body’s patience, no doubt of that
and so it’s good all kittens become cats
and sure as sure find a silliness cure
and pretend at least to act mature.
From whacking bric-a-brac clean off the shelves
and snarling balls of yarn, they somehow find
themselves and leave to face the world alone
They need to stalk the critters on their own.
And that’s a fact, no question now of that.
You cannot keep a cat with leash or chain.
Restraints like that are clearly all in vain.


 Ode to Spot
by Commander Data ~ Star Trek, Next Generation

Felis Catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents.
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.


 Miss Kittenface (a song for Farrah),
by Rachel Pouliot

I got a little kitty who I call Dee-Dee
Her little eyes are orange and beady
She fetches her mousie toy fast and speedy
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

Miss Kittenface!
Miss Kittenface!
I call her Dee-Dee
She’s my little sweetie

Miss Kittenface!
Little Miss Kittenface!
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

She sounds like a bobby car from Great Britain
(ME-ow! ME-ow! ME-ow! ME-ow!)
Cuz sometimes she’s a lonely little kitten
So I love her and I pet her until I get bitten
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

Miss Kittenface!
Miss Kittenface!
I may get bitten
but I’m still smitten

Miss Kittenface!
Little Miss Kittenface!
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

She’s got a little attitude spicy as cumin
So I’m her one and only hoomin
It’s cuz she was a feral kitty, that’s what I’m assumin’
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

Miss Kittenface!
Miss Kittenface!
Spicy as cumin
I’m her one and only hoomin

Miss Kittenface!
Little Miss Kittenface!
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

Miss Kittenface!
Miss Kittenface!
Her name is Farrah
She’s the cutest of the era!

Miss Kittenface!
Little Miss Kittenface!
She’s my little Miss Kittenface

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