The tail flips, the ears prick, the whiskers twitch,
The proud nose black as the hat of a witch,
She prowls.
The tortoiseshell body slinks low to the ground,
The paws in the grass make nary a sound,
She growls.
The eyes on the prey, she never will quit,
The green eyes narrowed to the thinnest slit,
She scowls.
A shiver of leaves that shows her intent,
As she sneaks closer, closer, her nose on the scent,
She yowls.
A wiggle of bottom and she braces to leap,
She jumps and she misses and lands in a heap.
She howls.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI really like the way that you kept the same rhyme in the third line. You have cleverly summarised how a cat hunts.
Thanks Margarida. I wrote this several years ago about my cat, Kameo. She always remembers to keep her body silent but is far too vocal. Her prey always knew she was there. All she gets to chase now are spiders and the demon red dot. They are confined to the catio and the birds sit outside the bars and taunt them—you can almost hear them laughing at the cats! 😜
I could just imagine watching this in animation, Carrie! Loved it!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks, Linda. Yes, my little Kammi is quite the comedian, so I could imagine it animated too
Carrie, this poem is fabulous! As a cat owner or rather the slave of several cats, I thought I was reading about one of mine! She’s a wannabe warrior often acting out a fierce attack, but really afraid of every dust mote and blade of grass that quivers in a slight wind. I love the rhyming scheme of this poem, including the wonderful words that use similar vowel sounds, creating a sort… Read more »
Thanks, Fuji. The poem is specifically about my little soulmate, Kameo, who is a bit of a klutz! The picture is of her too, though tarted up a bit with AI to get rid of a boring background! Glad you enjoyed the words because they are all her mannerisms.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleFabulous poem Carrie. Having been owned by cats for most of my life, you have really captured the cat on the prowl. I always loved the little bottom wiggle before they pounce.
I really like the rhythm and rhyming scheme of this poem, Each stanza feels like a prowl with the first two lines longer and sinuous before the pounce of each third line.
Thank you, Julian. Kameo is perfect at the bottom wiggle. Unfortunately it always gets her attention on her tail, which she then spends half an hour chasing! I’m glad people are enjoying the poem that she inspired!
Delightful poem, Carrie! You’ve captured “catness” perfectly.
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She prowls. She growls. She scowls. She yowls. She howls. Your poem shows some cat cuteness overload. Nicely done, Carrie.
Thank you, Lotchie. I couldn’t have written this one without the inspiration from the antics of my little Kammi Bear.
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What a wonderful verbal portrait of your cat, Carrie! It’s well built up with the rhyming structure and fun to read.
Thank you, Christer. This one was written some time ago when my cats still had their freedom. They now have a massive catio after one of our young cats just disappeared one day. We couldn’t bear going through the trauma again, so my hubby used his time off work during the Covid pandemic to build the cage for them so they still get to go outside. They don’t get to chase birds… Read more »
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