A Cat Named Dude

He doesn't like the mirror game
sliding in from the side
my eyes wide - dramatic
his trying not to see
the ghosts in the glass.

Fighting with my hand
is more to his tastes.

I call him what I would
if he had no name. He knows
names mean nothing.
Our names are reflections
in mirrors.

I wonder what he calls me.

Poetry by kyew
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 04:41

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My cats called Leila and she has just produced yet another litter of beautiful kittens, I call her Rude! She trips me up each morning, to get at her food.
They say that cats don't like it when you look them in the eye, she hates it when I kick her too!lol

Just jesting