Cats


Time is like a cat

Regal
 
Bad tempered
 
Moody like the swing of the summer wind
 
It rips and tears and weeps and shelters
 
And I soar on its drifts
 
Up drafts
 
Down drafts
 
As I draft
 
Poetry inspired by the howling gales


The muse is also like a cat
 
It loves to be stroked and petted
 
Rubbed behind the ears
 
But whether or not
 
It decides you are worthy
 
To touch its head
 
Run your fingers across its fur
 
Whether it grants you
 
A sandpaper lick on your fingers
 
Or curls its tail around your wrist
 
Or, heaven bless you, purrs
 
Is the challenge


And a story is like a kitten
 
Mewing for attention
 
Small
 
Too small
 
Wobbling on tiny paws
 
Not yet having mastered the grace of the Tail
 
Too small to fend for itself
 
So you do
 
You feed it and pet it and care for it
 
And it eats and purrs
 
And suddenly
 
There is a Cat where before you had a Kitten
 
And it looks at you with soulful eyes
 
Flicks its tail
 
Maybe leaves the room when you enter
 
Maybe stays
 
And that's the beautiful thing
 
If it leaves, it will come back
 
If it stays
 
If it comes back
 
It is not because it must
 
It is because it loves you


(Maybe everything is like a cat.

Cats are beautiful.)

Comments

  1. i don't like cats *ducks*, but i like this. and i didn't see each new comparison coming...cool.

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