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Cats in Poetry



We kittens cannot see

the reason why

this should be.

A chocolate cat

And gift wrapped too?

How are we supposed to know

What you, man, want us

to do?

It seems pretty silly to us

To make such a fuss

Ribbons and bows and hairdryers too

And boxes and boxes and boxes

We just want a little respect

And not white flashes and chocolate drops

After all

We do not think that

we are kit kats

So why do you?


To Minnie

O Mistress of the house

What thoughts dwell behind

Your golden amber eyes?

And what dread notion lurks that

bids you stalk the unwary bird,

And scatter carelessly the bright feathers?

You walk on velvet slippers,

Potent claws sheathed in padding paws

ready to flash

As dark rimmed eyes speak a warning.

Sleek plush coat silver touched.

Dark tail arcs gracefully

around your warm body

Head cushioned on outstretched leg.

Your tall feathered ears

Alert even in sleep,

Gentle wise face, fine white whiskers,

sharp black nose, smooth pink tongue

And white tipped chin.

Your purr ripples music

as I stroke your knitted forehead

Cautious little cat

Sleep on in your unknown, mysterious dreams.

I wrote the above poem in honour of a little cat that I grew up with, by the river.  She came from the river-side, a wild cat that tamed me to respect and appreciate animals.  At first she was called Melinda by the sister whom found her, then we kids called her Minnie Down-stairs Cat and then Minnie Upstairs Cat when she became trusting enough to come up to the 2nd storey to see us.   Minnie was a British Blue short-hair mix, and I don’t have any photos of her unfortunately, but she will always live in my heart.  She had the tiniest bit of white on her chest though and she and I loved each other.  Minnie cat would even try to follow me to the Shops but I would turn and shout at her, “go home Minnie”.    This poem explains how I saw her.   Rest in peace, Minnie !

I wrote “Kit Kat” too, but not the next poem, a beautifully spoken poem with some mysterious ideas/images.


Cats No Less Liquid Than Their Shadows

 Cats no less liquid than their shadows
 Offer no angles to the wind.
 They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
 Less than themselves; will not be pinned

 To rules or routes for journeys; counter
 Attack with non-resistance; twist
 Enticing through the curving fingers
 And leave an angered empty fist.

 They wait obsequious as darkness
 Quick to retire, quick to return;
 Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
 With reservations; will not learn

 To answer to their names; are seldom
 Truly owned till shot or skinned.
 Cats no less liquid than their shadows
 Offer no angles to the wind.

Written in 1934
by A rthur Seymour John Tessimond. [1902 – 1962]

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3 thoughts on “Cats in Poetry

  1. Hi Celine, great imagery. Loved the ‘Padded paws’ line. Might have to try my hand at a Polly Jingles poem myself. As always, I hope all is well. Billy

  2. Lovely poems Celine. Thank you for sharing them.

  3. Thank you, I am glad that you enjoyed them! 🙂

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