Slender as a sliver of paper
as she slips through the door
ajar.
Light as a leaf in autumn.
I pick her up
she almost floats away.
Eyes swivel slowly
to look at me.
We love each other.
I know this.
And I know this too.
People who say that cats can’t love
are wrong.
My cat
at eighteen.
We are a knowing pair.
<Deleted User> (6353)
Tue 16th Feb 2010 18:32
Why can't my cat be like yours? He's a psycho, and only loves me when he wants feeding :-) Maybe he'll have chilled out by 18 years old though (he's only 2 and a bit).
I love the way the lines 'Slender as a sliver of paper' and 'Light as a leaf in autumn' trip off the tongue.
The ending is exceptional.
Ohhh, she is beautiful. I tried to put up a picture of my Ronan on her poem but it's too big and I need to wait for one of my children to do the necessary technical stuff!
Lovely,
Rach
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<Deleted User> (7212)
Tue 16th Feb 2010 18:38
Hi - a great poem - cats can definitely love. when our 18 yr black devon rex slowly but painlessly died a year ago & he looked into your eyes, there was an exchange "of some sort" going on