Cat walks
Cat walks
where she will
though the night is dark.
I hear a fox bark.
Where she will
is the trackless field,
silent and full of eyes,
though the night is dark.
Warm blood pulses,
the tread of silent paws,
I hear a fox bark.
Cat pays no heed,
the arc of the house hers.
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I love cat poetry and this is excellent!
Thanks Colleen. Cats can look out for themselves usually. We don’t have wolves or bears here, so they’re quite safe.
Thanks good. We keep our cats indoors, but there are plenty who do not.
Cats are much more at risk in town I think, from traffic, disease, getting into a yard where there’s a vicious dog, and vile people who put out poison. In rural areas the only real risk is hunters taking pot shots at them, or letting their dogs chase them.
I love the poem and these gorgeous cats!
Hello Tricia! The cats are a couple (mother and daughter) of the 40+ strays that the mad cat lady next door to us released onto the rooftops when she was evicted. These two were caught and adopted together. Lucky girls 🙂
They are VERY lucky indeed to have a good home.
So many don’t. There are far too many cats, strays dumped in the street to reproduce, kittens that die…
Great photos. Walks where she will. Always. (K)
Thanks. I’m glad those two little cats found proper homes. They were always together. That woman needed a good whipping. Some of the cats she kept in that apartment weren’t even strays!
People’s minds often travel in strange directions.
We must be so hard to live with.
I’m glad those two got a good home. Their coloring is so different, I wouldn’t have known they were related. The grey striped one is like my Ricky–but it sounds like a very different personality.
The daughter was bigger than her mother who was tiny, a little Mother Courage. I think the father might have been a very sweet timid grey and white cat we called Victor. He and the grey tabby were always together (and the cock) until the restaurant disappeared the cats (and the cock) that lived in what became their beer garden. One day Victor and Edward just weren’t there any more.
I hope they found good homes. 😟
So do I.