Animal poems - Cat
... independent, quiet, sultry
What is it about cats, that makes it impossible to look away?
A purr, a stretch, and a sultry walk through the house,
You are not roaming the wilds of the jungle, like the tiger, but this home is your palace.
Every piece of furniture, every towel, every corner belongs to you.
You will chase the string only while it dances,
The second you have it dormant, you lose interest.
If I want your attention, does that make me the cat, and you the string?
Are you like all other cats, or are you different?
You are quiet, yet loud in your presence.
You are independent, smart and unpredictable.
If I stare at you, you might run away.
If I ignore you, you may come and stroke my leg.
Are you rewarding me with the chance to pat you.
Or is this game a constant reminder that you are in control.
You can own a dog, but you cannot own a cat... the cat owns you.
To earn that relationship you must work for it.
You must embrace and appreciate the complexity.
To persist and learn the mysteries, over months or even years.
An unattainable goddess on the warm carpet floors.
Pouncing, playing, stalking every inch of every room.
And finally, when I decide to lay down tired, you decide it's time.
You lay on my lap. I stroke you and you purr.
You arch your back in pleasure, and make me feel special.
You are the special one. You are complex to the point of frustration.
To me right now, you have a unique galaxy swimming in your gaze.
What is it about cats, that make it impossible to look away?
-- by Andrew Noske