Poem of the Day

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THE FAMILY CAT

 

Nestled on my lap

in a crevassed curve

to his liking

sharp edges unseen

body rounded

relaxed

rested

like a freshly placed pudding

plumped yet pleasing

to the eye

 

I feel the warmth

the beat

the motor mechanics

within

 

Purrrfectly Purrring…

Purrrfectly Purrring…

Purrrfectly Purrring…

 

I smooth his soft silkiness

and see

sleepy slits

slowly open

to reveal

 

green

golden

globes

gleaming

in contrast to black beauty

 

His eyes look into mine

adoringly…

speaking to my soul…

I trust you to care.

 

© Dianne Ellis

Throughout my life, I have enjoyed the company of cats in my home.   I find the majority of cats are very soulful creatures, particularly the pure black ones who gracefully prance around taking confident ownership of property and loved ones.

One day I was sitting down writing when my gorgeous black Shadow effortlessly leapt onto my lap and settled there, as he always did.

It was only a moment in time but I felt the need to share my feelings and highlight Shadow’s special silent message through this poem. I hope you enjoy my words.

I have written poetry all my life, however in recent years, my love of writing has steered me towards children’s stories. Rusty Rumble and his Smelly Socks and Rusty Rumble’s Day at the Beach are my first published picture books and excerpts from my books can be seen on www.diannellisbooks.com.au

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6 thoughts on “Poem of the Day

  1. Beautiful poem Di.
    I’m not a cat lover but your poem painted a perfect picture of a very contented cat.
    Should I have written “perfect”?

  2. My comment in italics doesn’t make sense because it didn’t like my spelling of the pun on the word so my cleverness was thwarted.

  3. I so enjoyed your poem Dianne. I hadn’t had a cat in my life for over 50 years until this week when a manic little Devon Rex called Gimli became my new best friend. There’s something about cats!
    Pat

  4. My cat is a big orange tom called Wimpie. He doesn’t like to be stroked or held, loves his food, begs very successfully … not a cuddly cat at all. Nevertheless he is part of the family and we love him for his excentricities. When I read today’s poem I was reminded of T. S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats – always one of my favorites.

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