CAT
T.S. Eliot would have insisted on a name,
but it has none and answers to no one...
not even to the kind woman, unacknowledged,
who leaves food at the base of the tree
where it sleeps safe from dogs and other cats
and people who would trade food and stroking
for some sign of fealty...
Cat rules unquestioned... unquestionable.
no hint of obeisance... no nod or purr.
11 comments:
You have made my day!
Thank you
Mary Louise
Those are great and so is the poem - "Memories,..."
B.D.
---what beautiful pictures of this gorgeous cat -- great bark, too!
Helen T.
And an apparently well fed cat at that, yet with wary eyes and a posture suggesting it didn't trust you pointing that strange looking object at it. LOL
- David J.
Methinks the Cheshire Cat has taken up residence in your tree! What a handsome fellow he is.
C.G.
I like the first photo best: soft fur but glaring eyes. The right ear tip appears to be missing; a wound from a past battle.
Bruce B.
The clipped ear indicates he (she?) is a feral cat that has been neutered or spayed, and released. I have several of them in my neighborhood! This is a beautiful cat!
S.W.N.
She/he's a beauty. Love where he hangs out, and how cool the lady who feeds him.
A marmalade kitty. My favorite. roz
Eliot's names are outdated :) Cats are now called Tom! Beautiful write. Thank You.
I love to see an orange cat in a tree-it looks so primal.
He/she's watching you with great concern, except in the last photo
where he/ she blinked first(soft eyes). Beautiful cat!
Betsy
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