The Cat’s Tale.

David Wakeling

It’s hard to leap from beam to beam,
On the old railway bridge these days,
the gap is further than it might seem,
In the grey and blue haze.

My whiskers are grey and I have lost my fur,
I can’t hear as well as I should,
When I was younger I would leap and purr,
As spritely as a young Cat could.

On the Railway bridge there's nowhere to hide,
All I see is hungry dogs waiting on the other side.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2024 16:38
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Fantastic work

  • Soman Ragavan

    My comments on the poem "The cat’s tale” by David Wakeling.
    The title is like some of Chaucer’s poems (c1340-1400), in “The Canterbury Tales,” eg The Nun’s Tale, The Miller’s Tale, etc.
    Many of the points mentioned in the poem can relate to human life as well : difficulty of movements in old age; obstacles appearing more daunting with advancing age; things look as in a haze; losing hair (fur); difficulty in hearing; slowed movements (“I would leap and purr”); difficulty in escaping from arising dangers (nowhere to hide on the old bridge); predators prowling around.
    Soman Ragavan. 15 January, 2024.
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