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Post by honeybear on Oct 4, 2017 15:43:30 GMT
What is a Cat?
Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.
Purrs to signal
"all is well"
and show more love
than words can tell.
Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.
A friendship
that will last and grow -
small wonder
why we love them so.
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Post by aubrey on Oct 4, 2017 20:12:40 GMT
The Cat Aubrey
A panegyric.
He's cute! He's cute! He's got a furry suit!
(Cute, cute, he's got a furry suit);
Strawberry ears,
Caramel eyes;
Cod-flake belly,
Chicken-leg thighs;
He's also something of a ....
(Sung to the first movement of Eine kleine nachtmusik)
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Post by ARENA on Nov 20, 2017 15:07:38 GMT
Just uncovered this,which I wrote when our old Siamese (Sam of Siam) disappeared. We think he was had by a buzzard...
Where wandered then that spirit
What hand stilled that well-loved heart
Why did it end so cruelly
We were not due to part.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 7:53:40 GMT
I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be.
Today I sniffed
Many dog butts—I celebrate
By kissing your face.
I sound the alarm!
Paperboy—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I sound the alarm!
Garbage man—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush. Hello, Spot—
Sniff this and weep.
I Hate my choke chain—
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!
Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot—no greater bliss—well,
Maybe catching cats.
Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.
Anonymous
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Post by ARENA on Sept 20, 2018 13:30:14 GMT
I shall walk in the sun alone
Whose golden light you loved:
I shall sleep alone
And, stirring, touch an empty place:
I shall write uninterrupted
(Would that your gentle paw
Could stay my moving pen just once again!).
I shall see beauty
But none to match your living grace:
I shall hear music
But not so sweet as the droning song
With which you loved me.
I shall fill my days
But I shall not, cannot forget:
Sleep soft, dear friend,
For while I live you shall not die.
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