She doesn't understand her
biology.
Her need for extra attention.
Her desire to
chirp and meow
constantly, and raise her
butt in the air.
She gazes out the
window with
longing in her
golden eyes.
Her calls through the
screen bring no
visitors.
Little lonely orphan.
She sits with me while
I write at my large
maple desk.
She swats at the
purple orchid.
It drives her batty.
I've been there.
Lost in the
smell and taste of
flowers.
She wanders over to
the Starry Night
painting and looks
dizzy at the sky.
She lifts her butt in
the air and stutter steps
rapidly with her
back paws.
When I got her and
her sister, I thought they
had balls.
I named him (her)
Bukowski.
She comes to the
name
and seems to like it.
Pray for me.
Buk's in heat.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
A fine write and pic T.
Thank you, kind sir.
pretty dam good my friend
Much appreciated.
lol oh noooo fabulous 🤣
I was going to say that your first stanza was my favourite but I cannot, I love them all as usual, 😆 maybe you should get yourself one more cat? You could call him the hose lol
Lol. Thank you, sweet Teddy. She is driving me crazy, but she is so cute and funny.
Like me 😁
Yes. So true.
Good luck
Thanks.
Thomas, this poem is hilarious and so relatable! I love how you've captured the quirks and behaviors of a cat in heat. The imagery is vivid and entertaining, and I appreciate the touch of humor throughout. Bukowski is quite the character! Thanks for sharing this delightful poem.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
You're welcome ☺️
One of my faves .. which is odd because I'm really a dog guy .. Neville
I think I like dogs better too. Lol. Thanks, kind sir.
Indeed a cat in heat leads to several problems/ Hope you know several people that want a kitten.
Lol. I keep her inside.
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