Cats

by Mr. Darcy   Oct 18, 2018


Stroking her fur
evokes now that purr...
Her engine on idle
Becomes my:

- balm
- calm
- psalm

Life's stresses disolve
collapse and fold -
A weight lifts
bit by bit by bit...
Until I feel:

- soothed
- renewed
- unglued

A cat, my cat brings more than this
she brings:

- peace
- holes to my fleece
- rats and mice, if you please

But still,

my blood pressure eases
and occasional wheezes

So...

with a cup of warm milk
and PJ's of pure silk
I cuddle and huddle
to my cat with no guilt

My eyes close their sight
and for us...
it's goodnight.

Sleep, sleep, sleep

then,
yawn-stretch
and look:

Down by the bed
there's a bird
with no head.

wasn't she hungry,
no not a bit!
Just showing her love
for me with a gift.

I loved it and still
this Sunday I will:

- prepare it
- pluck it
- and stuff it

With more than enough it
will be Love to share

But not with the neighbour

Their turkey's now mine
cooking and basting
and smelling divine

She mews "what's the news?"
whilst circling my shoes

Now...

Starving i'm carving
I share now this feast with my:

. menagerie
- family factory

My, how full we feel
with bellies like wheels
In front of the fire
with cats on laps
and we purr and purr and purr...

- Mr. Darcy
© 2018

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  • 6 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I'm with Ben on this ... Pun intended I grin like a Cheshire cat reading these pussy poems from you :)

  • 6 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    I really liked this dude.

    I've always been a dog boy as you know.

    However. When I was young (18 ish) my little sister had a cat. Smudge was a f@ck€r.

    He was pretty big for a cat and I swear if wound next doors dog up just for amusement.

    Although not my animal he would crash in my room before anyone else's. I had an old school wardrobe with a hanging rail and shelves down one side.

    The shelves were where I would stack my neatly ironed shirts. Smudge took this space as his own. Comfortable and dark I guess.

    Every now and then he would gift me something. Always in the pile of laundry at tho bottom of the bed in the corner.

    Being a young lad I had lots of clothes. They could sit there for a week before I needed to do a wash.

    And then you gather things up to find a sparrow that is mostly intact. With the exception of a head.

    Cats are gorgeous but they are bloody evil lol

  • 6 years ago

    by Hellon

    I LOOOOOVe the new version!!!

    • 6 years ago

      by Mr. Darcy

      Thanks for the gentle nudge in the right direction. X

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I simply cannot read your pussy poetry with a straight face anymore, Michael. However, that being said, I really did enjoy this pus...piece! Piece, God damn it!

  • 6 years ago

    by Hellon

    I loved the flow of this verse and the story it told together with the humour in it. It was very witty and made me smile...adored the ending :)

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