The cat

Sleepily I stretch my bones
on a bed made for you my love,
never thinking of toxic waste,
nor of the bell ringing.

My furry soul is dragged and clean
for tonight's fall and rescue.

I stretch my limbs
In my own fashion,
still sleepy on the bed
so full of stories.

My tail is still and does not crave
barking litigations in a dog's court.

I roll my eyes and look at you
with only one intention,
never looking back,
never asking for the impossible.





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 00:10

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Melissa Ormond
How life would be so easy in the eyes of a cat ...
Imagery was great!
Keep writing!
:)
2012-01-30


Karen Canning
again such depth, brilliant word usage to take the reader from the true scene, love these lines
on the bed I made for you my love,
never thinking of toxic waste,


huggs
karenxx
2007-03-03


Zoya Zaidi
A very artistic take on many layered, many hued relationships and attitudes, insensitivities and mechnized lives of todays world!

This is a masterpiece!

(((Hugs dear Ben for the beauty)))

I *bookmark* it of course!
Love,
Your friend,
Zoya
2007-02-11



A scene made of silent gazes, silent movements, silent bed sheets.
(Muffled traffic sounds from outside. In the kitchen, a fridge starts to purr.)
Thanks for a good text!
2007-02-10

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