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Cat Love [moved from obsidian order discussion] how's this then?

My Old Cat


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


I went about, to and fro

calling kitty’s name

all morning, noon and night

but oh, she never came.


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


Weeks and weeks after that

all tears for kitty shed

one morning suddenly at the door

a scratching stopped me dead


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


I leaped and raced up to the door

which I in joy flung wide,

and saw my kitty standing there

but much to my surprise

she wore a strangely human shape

and was as tall as I!


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


How sweet she looked with fur all sleek

and wearing a blue frock

I welcomed her with kisses three

and blessed my boundless luck!


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


She smiled all dimples and teasing eyes

that ensorcelled me 

and then I embraced my lovely Cat 

and bent to kiss her knee.


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


But in the morning with claws unsheathed 

and a screeching to wake the dead 

she turned on me, my little Cat

with such furry that I fled!


I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

she was warm and silky-soft

I once had a cat, a lovely old cat

but now to me she’s lost.


And now in truth she rules the house

she will not let me in, 

but puts out food for me to eat

and scratches me under the chin.


[Lyrics were set to a popular tune of the day, tune unknown.  Author unknown.]

Comments

  • hmmmm... maybe i should give that to the poet circle? might be out of place in this group, sry
  • Oooh, cat poems! I love it! Here's one I wrote a very long time ago. I miss Morticia.

    Morticia with the dark green eyes
    surveys her vast domain.

    No one knows just where she is
    but many feel the pain.

    Her coat is black, her heart as well,
    this Demon of the Dark.

    When least expected, she appears,
    ferocious as a shark.

    A careless step, a sudden leap,
    another victim cries.

    What evil thoughts and mysteries lie
    behind her dark green eyes.

  • oh nice!  i love it :)
  • I used to live on a farm, and we had a horse called Bobby. One day he got into the vegetable patch, so I wrote a poem about it.

    Soft at first, and muffled,
    you hear a distant drum - 
    a throbbing, pounding, portent
    of something soon to come.

    Although you cannot see it
    through fog and mist and rain,
    you know that it is coming soon
    to do it all again.

    The ground vibrates in rhythm
    and ‘though you cannot see,
    the fog and mist cannot prevent
    the horror that will be.

    Its louder now, and closer,
    but where you cannot tell.
    In vain you hope that it is not
    that fiendish beast from hell.

    A sudden flash of movement
    is captured by your eye.
    You turn to look, and hear yourself
    emit a strangled cry.

    Its just as you imagined,
    the sum of all your fears - 
    for there upon the hilltop,
    the horse from hell appears.

    At last he’s reached the boundary fence
    and with a leap its cleared,
    as Bobby grins his awful grin
    and starts what you had feared.

    He’s in the vegie patch now,
    and nothing can be done,
    as slashing teeth devour your crops
    while Bobby has his fun.

    He tramples your tomatoes,
    and canters through your corn.
    He bashes beans and lashes leeks
    and treats your peas with scorn.

    He eats what takes his fancy,
    and tramples what does not,
    for he is mean and will not stop
    ‘till he’s destroyed the lot.

    His work complete, the damage done,
    he turns away and farts.
    Then with a neigh and scornful glance
    the horse from hell departs.

  • These are great, and definitely go here but why in the Obsidian section?  Did they have a fascination with animal poetry?  Haha

    Oh an Womby, sadly Bobby is my real name - so I lost it when I read your poem.  I hope I don't turn out to be so destructive.
  • We are all anarchists here.  We refuse to recognise your oppressive classifications! 
    Besides, Bobby is obviously the result of some Obsidian experiment gone horribly wrong. That probably applies to the horse, too. :)

  • LOL - love it!
  • Really great poem, Sophi, although I am not sure it belongs in this category. 
  • Although I agree that it doesn't really fit - it gave me an idea.


    We need to show that Obsidians can be caring, loving and - well - virtuous as well.

    Too much black/white makes it cartoonish. So I'd like to have an obsidian who loves cats or something like that and use that as a contrast to whatever they do to their transformation subjects...

    So a cat poem isn't that farfetched - after all..

  • We need to show that Obsidians can be caring, loving and - well - virtuous as well.

    Too much black/white makes it cartoonish. So I'd like to have an obsidian who loves cats or something like that and use that as a contrast to whatever they do to their transformation subjects...

    So a cat poem isn't that farfetched - after all..

    That is a great point! 
  • yeah i would be happy to move it to another category, however you think it should be placed, i dont mind  :)
  • its probably more like something you'd find down in town in a tavern somewhere really
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