Le Cat

cats are the cutest occurrence by far
to exist in the exodus of dying stars
they won’t fill you with emptiness
nor act obsequious
theirs is a love born of implicit politesse
one must defer to their kitten’s omnipotence
tend to their litterbox with great expedience
lavish their plate with the jewels of the sea
let them languish in any locale that they please
leave your couch to their claws
scratch them under the chin
look away when they groom
to divert their chagrin
and be sure to provide plenty of empty boxes
perchance should you spy them
pray not act obnoxious
it’s crucial to act as though no kitten can be seen
even if only their eyes appear clandestine
be not remiss in engaging cats everyday
in a complex array of clever kitty games
cuddling is an imperative joy
best allow them to knead even if it annoys
on occasion, one might feel a sandpaper tongue
drag across their visage, let them stop when they’re done
when the clock strikes at three in the dead of the night
cats go zipping about with no reason in sight
knocking over the table and the
breaking the vase
’tis a requisite function
of curious cause
never scorn them with scathing words
for this will fail
such is not what any cat would ever avail
one does not “own” a kitten
humans bear such err
but to love one
is truly divine
if you dare…

[image credit: Louis Wain]


One Reply to “Le Cat”

  1. Lovely poem, Max!

    It reminded me of a poem about cats by Zaharias Papantoniou. I think you’d like it but I don’t think it’s ever been translated in English. Damn those language barriers sometimes.


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