tile floor, bowl is empty
seconds pass in torment
as human watches, cold
two minutes, she says
my desperation rises
I am skin and bone
I have to survive
starvation imminent
kibble comes at dawn
Hungry Cat Haiku, Part 2
The Domus Juliana (House of Julius)
Momma knows her Latin well:
poems, history, evil spells
and places where emperors used to dwell
fancy homes of which she likes to tell
One of mine, she says, I’ll be calling home
a royal palace, a regal dome
with marble walls and gardens to roam
an imperial palace of my very own
There will be birds and sunlight and silken beds
and soft warm spots to set my head
servants will heed my beck and call
as emperor, I’ll rule them all
But there’s a journey first, a ride afar
I hate the carrier, loathe the car
I’ll scream until Momma’s seeing stars–
until we’re there: au revoir, revoir!
Angel In My Bed (A Cat Poem)
on darker nights
seeped in cold
I sleep well knowing
I am not alone
I hear the door,
the quiet creak,
the lighting weight
of little feet
padded paws,
a little nose
cold and soft,
tiny toes
kneading me
and nuzzling fleece
purring calm,
purring peace-
filled remedies to every ill
quiet breaths
long and still
a warmth that falls
through open arms
to settle down
on blankets and yarn
a tiny tum, a little head
smiling, snuggling
in my bed
and we drift along
in cozy night
snuggled close,
holding tight
paws on chest
chin on cheek
my angel is perfect
soft and sweet
my little boy,
my little one
someone to hug
someone to love
through the nights
cold and deep
hugging close
in quiet sleep
there’s an angel
in my bed
comfort for
the road ahead
Sir Socks Le Chat 