Sunday, December 21, 2008

In Which: Fatty Kitty writes a Poem.

Ode to She Who Understands Cats
on the Occasion of Her 256th (in Cat years) Birthday,
with Apologies to Pablo Neruda.
 
The only child
the first miracle of six
who jumped
over barricades
like horses
and twirled,
dreaming,
amid grubby siblings,
of ballet shoes
no less grubby
with effort and
determination.

The faint light on her
upturned eyes
of stars
show through
branches
of a horse chestnut tree
with many faces
while Cats
circle
her ankles.

    

1 comment:

Nancy said...

OOO Fatty Kitty. what a lovely poem. You and old Pablo are quite a team. Thank you so much. This is my first poem ever.
Love,
NC