Poetry Month Day 1 - New Cat Haiku
Apr. 1st, 2013 09:15 pmThese are new to me, anyway...
New Cat Haiku
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.
New Cat Haiku
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.
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Date: 2013-04-02 01:48 pm (UTC)Greetings to Leicester and Humbug, too. :))
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Date: 2013-04-02 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-03 12:12 am (UTC)Oh my word! I've laughed this hard before just not recently! The brain one was fab, the food dish definitely... and these
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Truer words were never meowed!! Oh and the skin grafts oh my word. Delightful Delighting and joyous cos it's cats in the nines. They call me Thumbs donchaknow...all the use I am to them is rub their ears just exactly to their specifications. Thank you kindly!
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Date: 2013-04-03 01:13 am (UTC)