The cat has a nose that knows
where the scent is
paws that pause in the hallway
fur to rub against a fir tree
a tail that tells a tale as it moves
a ruff that stands up when someone
And the look of her hazel eye – ay, ay, ay! It makes
me say “aye” to her every wish!
I enjoyed this poem very much and was also entranced by the cat’s blue eyes! Wow!
Following on from the poem Wanda please find below the latest entry from author Abbie Johnson Taylor
What a name for a cat, I thought
when Mother suggested it,
but I was only seven or eight
so what did I know, right?
A gray kitten with tiger stripes,
we thought she was a male.
After the vet told us otherwise,
Mother said it didn’t matter.
With such a sweet disposition,
Howard was my favorite.
When Mother wasn’t around,
or when she was mad,
Howard absorbed my tears,
soothed me with her gentle purr.
Even when I was an adult, she was there,
listening to my troubles,
not judging, not advising.
One of those cats with nine lives,
she lived to be twenty and will be missed.
About the author:
Abbie Johnson Taylor is the author of a novel and two poetry collections. She is currently working on…
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