The nineth life

Photo ©Broc


The lithe cat springs/  the roof tiles slippery

But the bird has flown/  in the falling rain

Balancing, scrambling/  claws lose their grip

Down from the tree/  cat tumbles, twisting

She pads through the long grass/  as cars flash by

Wary eyes on the traffic /  through a veil of rain

Cat glides through the shadows/  just a tawny streak

No more hunting/  so quickly it’s over

She takes the path homeward/  her bright day has ended

Until the stars call/  and she stalks the night.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “The nineth life”

  1. This one made me smile. We had a new feline visitor yesterday, walking the wall and meowing loudly. My neighbor’s cat gave him a wide berth. (K)

      1. Yes, I’m always hoping for the best. My nephew adopted 2 of them that parked themselves at our back door when we couldn’t find the owners…they were not chipped. My neighbor has one that was chipped, but the phone disconnected. People around here move and just leave the cats outside…

  2. Brilliant poem, Jane. We have two cats. One seems hell bent on living all nine lives to the fullest, while the other is content to lounge in the house. This poem reminds me of Pouncer. He’s been living with us for over six years but has never lost his wild, street-cat ways.

  3. Wonderful cleave poem. This was written extremely well. I’m asucket for last lines and I like your last line or two – “until the areas call / And she stalks the night,” in this line and others, fantastic imagery 🙂

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