Collared by the cat
A love poem for a feline
For those cat lovers out there who like a good chuckle check out this treatise on how to a proper cat:
https://vocal.media/poets/feline-dignity-how-to-be-a-cat
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Cupid’s cat
Into my heart you stealthily crept
Padding on tiny cat paws
Silent as a wraith
A mew of longing
Stroked my eardrums
Driving an arrow deep into my skin
Like that of Cupid
You raised a tiny paw to me
Before fastidiously licking it clean
Rubbery pads stroked my leg
Tiny razor claws retracted
Sending shivers into my marrow
When I lifted you up
Your cerulean eyes to see
Raspy, rough, your tongue
Blessed me with a kiss
So tiny, so furry, soft, warm
You weigh less than a pound
Yet I felt a weight of love
Heavy as an anvil
Upon which you have forged
A sword of Damacles
Hanging over my head
To my mental, my emotional well being
Your soft purring have forged a link
Binding me for life
A bargain struck
Signed in tender love
Wherein you shall provide warmth
Companionship, emotional support
In return I provide food
A warm bed, a loving home
You swat me with your paw
Letting me know you need me
I stroke your downy soft fur
Luxuriating in it’s silken down
You caress me with your raspy tongue
I ruffle your little head
It seems you get the best of this bargain
Not so
My heart is full
My life, my soul, completed
You are the once missing piece of the puzzle
The hole filled
My picture complete
So sir feline I beg you stay
We shall complete each other
In comfortable companionship
Each day of our lives
Thank you for coming into my life
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Comments (8)
Excellent and Deserved Top Story, We are featuring this in the Vocal Social Society Community Adventure on Facebook and would love for you to join us there
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Oh goodness, this is the best poem, describing cats; how they touch us with paws and fill our hearts; purring, communicating. I love cats and LOVED your poem!!! Congrats on your TS😻😻😻😻
Andrew, what a lovely tribute to a little kitten.
Congrats on Top Story! Another human struck by a cat : )
That is so sweet. Abigail approves. 😁 congrats on the TS.
Awww, this was so sweet! I loved it so much
Aw; that's so beautiful. I had a cat from the time she was 8 weeks old. Unfortunately, she passed away from a cancerous malignant tumor when she was 11 years old. But what a life we had together. She was definitely a joy to have around.