The dverse prompt is cat poems.


Cat-shadows slip,

silent as the water’s breath

above the stream,


where, quick as dragonflies,

barred and spotted as tree bark and sun-dapples,

hunters watch with green eyes,

patient as stone statues until

the leap.

And when dusk fills the spaces,

a tide of darkness, washing colours and birdsong

into the night,

cats slink, grey as mice and storm clouds,

to  corners, curled and comfort-scratched,

at the centre of their realms,

to sleep.

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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.

27 thoughts on “Cats”

      1. I bet he belongs to one of your neighbours 🙂 My grandma had a beauty of a ginger cat for years who used to come and go, had his bowl and his food. She discovered be belonged to a restaurant round the corner.

      2. I think he is lonesome. In the past he tried to get into the new nursery home here on place. But they dont want him. Now we got him. But he only arrives when the birds are away. Two weeks ago during eating he had to flee, and two birds – one to his right, another to his left – tried to catch him.

      3. In this case, they were crow birds, Daniels.
        But we also have here a kestrel on the church tower, which was left alone by his wife, and can hardly be seen because of these birds.:-)

      4. I think that’s Jackdaw (Coloeus). Black with a grey ‘hood’? Make a sound like ‘clack’? I love them! They are elegant and intelligent. We don’t get nearly as many of them in the towns as we used to do.

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