Open Poetry #44 |
Sick ol' alley cat |
Newpoet Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 72 |
Drunken alleyway cat Sick ol’ cat, bopping down alleyways. Echoing noise from the city around. Cool, vicious cat, elongated strides. Screech like a Bobcat, slash like a Tiger. Hopping on rusty trash cans, tasting culture. Bright green melting eyes, four white paws tiptoeing, black stripes sleeping on grey fur, ears twitching from side to side, tail swirling and whirling in the air. Sick ol’ cat, wounds from youth Scars to remind it of lessons learned This ol’ cat never damn learns Half an ear gnawed off, missing fur Scrambling viciously against brick walls Poor drunk don’t know when to quit Survival sound like the Jazz To this ol’ dirty feline’s ears |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Hopping on rusty trash cans, tasting culture." That is the true Alleycat agenda. Enjoyed this city feline snapshot. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Newpoet, That cat better sober-up, and catch some mice and rats. I like cats a lot. Bobby |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I love your voice in this one! I could see and hear that old alley cat. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Extremely well written poem, but forgive me if you are angry with me for saying that I think you are mistaken about a couple of things about that darling kitty cat. Firstly he DOES learn, that is why he has reached old age, in spite of being an alley cat. Secondly, I really doubt that he is drunk because for an alley cat to reach old age, he has to be wise and in control of himself at all time to contend with the constant dangers. He may be sick (and I hope not) or he may just be very hungry, as I am sure he doesn't find 3 meals a day very easily. If the latter is the case, I hope he finds a delicious and filling and nourishing meal soon. As you said, though not in these words, no matter how scarred, and possibly scraggy, he may be, he is beautiful inside and out, and very precious, and most worthy of your excellent poem. Owl (an owl who adores cats, and not to eat or harm in any way, as Tigger, my beautiful tabby cat will confirm) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
When those ol tomcats get fighting with each other they sure chew and claw each other to pieces. It is really wild to watch them in a standoff growling at one another. Then all of a sudden they fly into action and the old cliche 'the fur will fly' comes true. Nature's way to establish territory. I think you're right though it's like a preview into a jazz session with the peaks and valleys of improvisation. Good work. Eric |
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Newpoet Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 72 |
Thanks for the replies everyone. I really appreciate it. As for being drunk, I mean the alley cat doesn't know when to give up his lifestyle (fighting, living in the gutters of society, and eating trash), but he is so accustomed to that reality, that he doesn't know anything else. He has certainly become wise over the years from living a seedy life, but that is all he'll know. It has become an instinct to him in old age. |
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