Tuesday, February 26, 2013

POEMS ABOUT CATS








Cameron



Cameron the cat would never miss a trick –
Often in the garden on patrol.
Otherwise sleeping, though frequently meeting
His one and only love – that earthen bowl!

Cameron the cat took everything for granted -
Sure, the street lay under his control.
Contentedly snoozing – perhaps he 'd been boozing –
And toasting all that counts: his dearest bowl!

Cameron the cat would seek to take advantage –
His gullible owners often on parole.
Purring pathetically, and almost poetically,
He'd meow them into stacking up his bowl!

Cameron the cat was nonetheless a gem –
His owners saw him as their heart and soul,
But having to accept that he was so adept
At persuading them to fill his flipping bowl !


Mark R Slaughter








The Cat of Cats

I am the cat of cats, I am
The everlasting cat !
Cunning and old, and sleek as jam,
The everlasting cat !
I hunt the vermin in the night,
The everlasting cat !
For I see best without the light,
The everlasting cat !

Author Unknown






The Cat and the Moon

by Wm. Butler Yeats



The cat went here and there
and the moon spun round like a top,
and the nearest kin of the moon,
the creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
for, wander and wail as he would,
the pure cold light in the sky
troubled his animal blood.


Minnaloushe runs in the grass
lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance ?
When two close kindred meet,
what better than call a dance ?
Maybe the moon may learn,
tired of that courtly fashion,
a new dance turn.


Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
from moonlit place to place,
the sacred moon overhead
has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
will pass from change to change,
and that from round to crescent,
from crescent to round they range ?


Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
alone, important and wise,
and lifts to the changing moon
his changing eyes.







A Plea for a Cat

Would you care for me, as I care for my cat ?
Oh, I know she is treacherous
and her thoughts go no higher
Than mice and milk
and a place by my fir;
She is getting old and fat.
But when I sit alone in my evening chair,
I stroke her fur
I like to know she is there
and to hear her purr.
Of course, you could not care for me
Like that !
I can not purr as flatteringly
as a cat.

Author Unknown







An Old Russian Prayer

Hear our prayer Lord, for all animals,
May they be well-fed and well-trained and happy;
Protect them from hunger and fear and suffering;
And, we pray, protect specially, dear Lord,
The little cat who is the companion of our home,
Keep her safe as she goes abroad,
And bring her back to comfort us.

Author Unknown






Cats

Cats sleep, anywhere,
Any table, any chair
Top of piano, window-ledge,
In the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe,
Anybody's lap will do,
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In the cupboard, with your frocks-
Anywhere! They don't care!
Cats sleep anywhere.

Elanor Farjeon (1881-1965)





Let Sleeping Cats Lie

by William Cowper

A poet's cat, sedate and grave,
as poet would wish to have,
was much addicted to enquire,
for nooks to which she might retire,
and where, secure as mouse in chink,
she might repose, or sit and think.
I know not where she caught her trick,
nature perhaps herself had cast her,
in such a mold philosophique,
or else she learn'd it of her master.
Sometimes ascending, debonair,
an apple tree or lofty pear,
lodg'd with convenience in the fork,
she watched the gard'ner at his work;
sometimes her ease and solace sought,
in an old empty wat'ring pot,
there wanting nothing, save a fan,
to seem some nymph in her sedan,
apparell'd in exactest sort,
and ready to be borne in court.






Cat Kisses

Sandpaper kisses
On a cheek or a chin -
That is the way
for a day to begin !

Sandpaper kisses
A cuddle and a purr.
I have an alarm clock
That's covered in fur !

Author Unknown




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