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Zack Feb 9
Winter in full fledge
The cats fur matted with snow
Even he seems cold
Zack Feb 7
This cold winter dawn
A cat runs across the road —
The fox follows suit
I hope that cat is ok
But do you not realize how  
Littered
You are, with so much  
Time–              

               Still,  
You choose to waste it

Yet time will always lick
Our wounds
Given the time, for us to heal

               We are
           Time's litter.
the curious cat jumps the fence
game to chase after a butterfly –
to fill its stomach
       perhaps this is my view on love

while the old dog remains in the yard
chasing after its own tail –
hoping to bite onto success
       as this is my view on human regrets.
Ferrel cats creep
under porches
to escape the  
rain and snow.
Some have half  
a tail
or a missing ear.
My cats watch
them from the
safety of
the warm house.
They chirp, and
stare.

I wonder if
these pitiful
orphans once had
a home and
knew love.
Did the owner
abandon them to
be unburdened by
empathy.

I wish I could
save those wild
cats,
those princes of
the alleys.

Sometimes, they wander
over to my porch.
I put a can of
tuna out.
They look at
me with cautious
green or golden eyes.
I tell them,
it’s going to be
Alright.
I know it’s a
lie.
Winter is coming.
But I feel  
better for a second.
And that’s all that
matters in this
playground of a
world.

Don’t you think?
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
Listen cat,
make up your furry mind
in or out?
I cannot guess which way you are inclined
Anyone who has a cat will understand
Ejiro Jan 7
Beneath the flickering city lights
stray cats roam through the streets
searching for a sign of a glimpse of righteousness
the streets were cold and the alleys were long
but within their fragile hearts they meow a tune
a song of hope of dreams unknown
of finding somewhere to become their everlasting home
they curl by doormats to rest their heads
with hearts that lack warmth
their glowing eyes search for a place to stay
or at least a sign that dawn will create a pathway
little scraps of food wouldn’t satisfy their stomachs
but they try to hold onto their appetites
through tangling roads
they seek a place where peace will be at their side
so onward they go on their tiresome quest
may they find mercy that will grant their rest
where darkness surrounds them without a trace
a new life awaits them out of their sight
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Looking toward the rim of his saucer,  
The cat decided to be,  
a fearless mighty mouser,  
and set his dreamies free.

And so the walls began to ripple,  
With a milky veil to drown his woes,  
As he bound over the armchair,
To escape his imaginary foes.

Then a wild low growl decreed,
While the humans stirred in dismay,
His claws spoke of an ancient prophecy
As catnip led his mind astray.

The wide-eyed and wild, blur of fur,
Ricocheted off the walls with ease.
He is a feline ninja on a mission,
Defying every law of gravity.

His battle cry shook the room to its core,
As he zoomed without a care,
Through the fog of his catnip high,
Sending dreamies flying everywhere.

©️Lizzie Bevis
A fun poem about catnip induced munchies.
Inspired by my cat Timmy.
Catnip is now rationed in this house.
Nemusa Nov 2024
Pills rattle on cue,
Cats purr in soft solace true.
Sofa hugs my frame,
Netflix whispers, sleep reclaims—
Healing slow, the hours accrue.
Yesterday I stayed home was too sick and in pain to move. Today I'm only going to help my friends, I desperately need to rest.
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