Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, June 14, 2014


You sneak up behind me
A cat after prey
Soft and silent
as night swallows day
You sedate with your purr
Rub your body on mine
Make me believe
You're a creature benign
Crystal green eyes
Reflect my desire
Give nothing away
of what will transpire
I reach out to touch
Pull back bloody and scratched
You walk away
Smug and detached.

Submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, The Art of Guido Vedovato

Here is the link to the painting that inspired the poem


Outlawyer said...

Ha! This goes with your name. It has a great build up and denouement. Thanks. K. Manicddaily

Helen said...

SO like a cat! Haughty and above the fray. Smiles, Ms. Mouse!

Unknown said...

Hah!! Such a breezy read!! Really loved it!!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oooh! I love this, LM. Written from the perspective of a mouse, perhaps?

I love the phrase "night swallows day".

Kay L. Davies said...

Wonderful, Ms Mouse. I also love "night swallows day" because it often feels just like that.
And your description of the cat's behaviour is perfect.
Funny thing, as I was sitting here at my computer, commenting on your poem, I saw a grey cat come up our front walk in a very stealthy manner. By the time I looked out the window in the door, it had disappeared, but whether to left or right, I don't know.
Very eerie.
Luv, K

Anonymous said...

Cats are a race unto themselves. You captured them well.

Fireblossom said...

Bad kitty!

Magaly Guerrero said...

This was simply delicious. No simple, just yummy; a kind of delight that can be consumed all day. What story this poem tells...

not displayed said...

sounds a lot like our cat.
Love only on her terms


Helena said...

You've caught the essence of a puddy-tat, alright!