The Cats and Me

The cats all are divorced. Each is
Alone as it goes coursing, head down,
Bent on killing, through the clearing's
Unmown grass, and each rests on
The rocks alone, gazing out across
The valley. Dogs and turkeys
Congregate, but cats and I keep
To ourselves. They search for
Things to kill and eat, while I write,
Killing time.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-02 at 23:14

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Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
Cats and poets are introverts, needing their own special alone time. No wonder they're divorced (the cats. And some of the poets.)

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
cats, it's particularly obvious when it comes to lions. yes you are right

Kathy Lockhart
This is so special. I love it! Is there an empty rock for me?