Dobby’s View

Hello Poetry Lovers

This week, we feature a poem from Dobby’s point of view.

You’ve seen lots of posts from mine, but this time it’s Dobby’s turn! Be prepared for brutal truths!

Dobby’s Turn

I wake up to the breakfast in my dish

That should really be a great big fish

Not those pseudo healthy bites

All cats yearn to lower their sights

Outside to hide behind the shed

Five minutes later, I’m back in bed

I dream of sardines begging to be eaten

The only way I’d feel complete then

I’ll lick my fur all over my face,

My back legs and that secret place

Before I have my lunchtime sleep

Where I fall into a dream so deep

The afternoon means nothing to me

It’s only in the dark that I really see

Because that’s the best time for prowling

My eyes go bright and my face scowling

I see other cat’s eyes so lit and stark

We come to life there in the dark

“Dobby” 2022

Thank you for indulging Dobby and her little rants. Isn’t it interesting to see a cat’s side of things? Of course their real thoughts are far more brutal, I’m sure.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….