Hello Poetry Lovers
Staying on the subject of animals, we turn to my favourite species. Cats natch.
While I’m not sure I want to actually be one, I do envy them a lot. Particularly my own cat, Dobby.
They get away with so much, and take it for granted. I’ve tried to express my thoughts below. Do read on….
Cat Couture
Oh you beautiful black cat,
how do you wash yourself like that?
Your coat shiny from just one elegant lick
While I pull on a dressing gown of candlewick
You look on with bored fascination
While I fill hot water into the basin
And soap over my grubby features
Yearning to be like one of God’s creatures
Who use their sandpapered tongue to stay clean
Who emerge fresh, confident and pristine
My own best coat still at the dry cleaners
High charges, ripped hems and misdemeanours
While you, cat, have a coat grown by nature
Given to you by a benevolent creator
Why can’t my outerwear be ‘on the house’?
I would be any animal – except a mouse!
HEM 2026
Isn’t it true, PL’s?! They carry their wardrobe with them, and have minimal maintenance!
What animal would You like to be? Answers on a postcard please….
Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry shenanigans real soon….
