OLD MAU, a Cat Poem for National Poetry Month

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OLD MAU

 

The universe takes notice

when Old Mau

passes by.

Venerable at twenty-one,

even the strays

don’t come near him.

Scrappy Dan

goes the other way—

No scraps today.

 

Old Mau chases dogs

for sport,

sinking claws

into unsuspecting

poochie noses

too close to his fence,

too curious.

 

Old Mau

crosses the garden,

stalks the unkempt lawn:

the beetle,

the moth,

the mouse,

the mole.

 

Old Mau

blinks green eyes

at the sunshine;

King of the World.

 

Cat poem by Mollie Hunt, April 2018

 

 

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#AtoZChallenge W

Amazing.

Feline Opines

Hi There,
It’s Tucker. Today’s letter is “W” and that stands for “WELL FED”.  Now you may think I’m talking about the Tribe of Five and yes, it’s true, although we are very well fed (just look at Oliver’s physique) but I’m not talking about us, I’m talking about the woodland moochers that show up with their babies every spring.

The Female Human loves all of God’s creation and she can never say no to Mamma and her little ones. What does she feed them you ask? Cat food! What hubris!

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