Boundaries for Bipolar Cats

Boundaries for Bipolar Cats

A Poem by Pete Langley
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.......just a piece of advice, maybe ?

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                     While I sleep, just hold tight to me.

                     You need to, you know.

                     I am the ingrate, the malcontent,

                     the ambitious and calculating

                     cat in your mind,

                     - but then,  you are human,

                     so have the arms to wrap me.

 

                     From curled and quiet,

                     I can stretch sinews,

                     unsheaf  my curved  claws

                     ready to scale the next boundary

                     in the blink of your eye.

                

                     Your other moggy, Mitzi,

                     is sofa`ed  and soft-furred,

                     but maybe has more nous than me.

                     She limits her climbs

                     to friendly fences,

                     knowing without knowing

                     how hazard stalks outside.

 

                     She lives each day

                     with no question for the next,

                     only where she will find

                     belly-filled, beautiful peace.

 

                     Not me, Mister!

                     You can be sure, given the chance,

                     I will risk snapping your synapses,

                     curious for clairvoyance

                     or just for the hell of it.


© 2015 Pete Langley



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It's really hard to write poems about cats, where cats are more than just a passing image.

I like this. The sound is kind of cattish. Maybe not purring, but it comes close... like:

Your other moggy, Mitzi,

is sofa`ed and soft-furred,

but maybe has more nous than me.

She limits her climbs

to friendly fences,

knowing without knowing

how hazard stalks outside.


Posted 2 Years Ago


cats were never meant to be domesticated ... they tell us that all the time ... and their clairvoyant errant behavior is to be counted on ... even tho they do purr and are quite fluffy ... i love your Isle of Man English sir .as.. "nous" and "moggy" ... such a treat .... i see a lot of politics and wisdom in your poem but must say seeing simply cats is good too! :) great to see you posting sir!
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


so which cat do we want to be? the one who dares to live outside the boundaries, take risks? or the one who plays it safe within the confines...sometimes a hard choice.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Now that's a man who knows cats and all the trickanerie

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Pete Langley
Pete Langley

Clacton-on-Sea, Essex, United Kingdom



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