A Cat Named Poe

Thomas W Case



My autocrat of a
cat
sat on the pedestal
and watched me type.
His eyes, slits, like
slivers of emeralds.

He took a paw,
licked it, and
washed his despot face.
He owned me.
I did whatever he
wanted.
He sauntered off,
then turned and
watched, as I
took liberty with
truth, for the
sake of
imagination and creation.

I dreamed last
night that he could
talk.
He just said two words.
"Beautiful lies."

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2024 13:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, on Amazon.com
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  • Teddy.15

    LOL fabulous. I felt I was literally there in this scene. 🌹

  • Neville



    Poe just nailed it .. Neville

  • Cassie58

    A fun read Thomas. Cats always rule the household and their owners. A talking cat would be hilarious. Could picture this scene perfectly.

  • Introverted Sage

    Your cats are so cute!
    Good write!

    Thanks for sharing

  • Goldfinch60

    Cats are the most arrogant of pets Thomas. Good words.

    Andy

    • Thomas W Case

      yes, they are. thank you.

    • Lil

      That is a wonderful imagination.I almost felt there in the scene.
      Wonderful writing.

      Lil



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