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This August is time for the "2nd Annual Poems About Pets Month" at The Pigpen. Open participation.
Some of Pigpen's best loved poems over the years have been poems about our furry family members. So here's a thread where members can post their "pet poems" without the worry of critique or edits. Similar to the "annual poems about suicide" thread, this thread is for miscellaneous poems. In this case, either about pets, or animals in general. If you have a favorite poem about pets- past or present - fact or fiction - post it here. Comments are welcome but not required.
Go!
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Slow Learner
Do I have to show you
again
what will happen
to the carpet
if you don’t change
that litter box?
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08-01-2023, 09:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-01-2023, 09:25 PM by Quixilated.)
Ode to Bentley
Give me a cat as orange
and round as the harvest moon.
Let him be fat and proud
as he stalks through the long grass.
In his eyes and mine
a mighty hunter fierce as tigers
(but also a sweet baby
softer even than his prey).
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
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Jill spied a chubby calico
enclosed within the chicken pen.
Ignoring nervous clucks from hens,
it calmly made itself at home.
Soon, Jill brought eggs and milk to charm
this queen who claimed her as its page.
Both parents said it must remain
a mouser hunting in the barn.
But, treats and tuna bowls crept north --
beside the pump house, then the shed.
And while it's waistline gently spread,
its territory reached the porch.
As weather chilled, the parents warmed
and bought the cat a flannel bed.
At last inside, it lay and bled,
then licked its kittens, newly born.
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We inherited two cats
from a dead son,
Levon is big, gray and somewhat dim,
Rosie is a tiny calico princess
with a penchant for evil.
They are brother and sister
fight and play like siblings do.
My dog Buster was here first
but they are jealous of his dog door
and torment him
whenever he comes in from outside.
He wags his tail, confused and trusting.
I once said aloud
while my son was still living
that I expected to end up with his cats.
I’ll always regret that too true prophecy
and secretly dislike the cats
for letting it come true.
But I treat them kindly, let them out
early mornings, before sunrise,
remembering always
they were the last to be with his living form.
Maybe I’m just jealous too.
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Fast Friends
we put it down
to the tiny one-bedroom
basement apartment
and the fact that cats
aren't fond of being confined
a friend was over
who partway through a sip of wine
had his glasses swatted
from his face
from behind
it was 400 square feet
of unearthly shrieks
a stained rug
and next the catty apologies
a little more wine
and
a little more time
had them snoring together
on the pull-out sofa
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Eyes Aglow
Dogs don’t
make good ghosts
but cats
most surely do
especially
when they’re still
alive
at nighttime
staring through you
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Mesopredator
high
on a haughty perch
watching
knowing the Art
of War
enigmatic
tail twitching
hiding
what lies
behind
darting eyes
labelled aloof
demanding
attention
spurning
affection
a turn and a bite
but conviction
the heart lacks
teeth
failing
to find purchase
betraying
we play
predator
feeling like prey
