“A Feline Supplication”

Each Friday I post one of my poems.

O cat—stranger—why do you only speak
When all within your house have sought their beds?
Why do you, as the evening waxes dark,
Avoid affection from your visitors,
But then, once all save I have gone away,
Demand attention when I wish to sleep?
Why shun all laps in waning afternoon,
Then jump into—invade—a sleeper’s couch?
I know, I know, the nature of a cat
Is to inquire, investigate, inspect
All that is new within “all she surveys”
And love the cool and dimness of the night,
But pity begs a tired stranger’s rest.

I wrote most of this poem while visiting some friends recently; they generously put me up for the weekend while I was there for a reunion of our group of friends. But their cat was … overly friendly … when I was trying to sleep, and (as cats generally do) considered anything she could reach a toy to be played with. The poem stalled a few lines from the end while I was there, so I finished it when I returned to it this week.

I always welcome your comments, critique, suggestions, or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.

This poem is also posted on my wiki.


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