As a gentle graceful cat I tiptoe, carefully,
Into the house of the Dog,
The stench of death is overwhelming.
The joy in hurting others beyond my heart.
No other cats frequent this place nor should they.
Old and tired dogs sit at the door woefully,
Allowing the gentle cats in like angels go to God,
But this is the place of poor dreaming.
This is the time of the desparate.
For the end of my visit is the end of the day.
A gentle cat must be careful in the house of the Dog
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David Wakeling (
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Oh my… “a place of poor dreaming” my deer in spotlight moment here in this poem. I must have feline sensibilities to be treading in such a domicile! How much more careful does a cat need to be!?
pretty careful I guess. Thanks for commenting
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I guess in this day and age we should be very careful in this modern world, as there are danger every where, even if you are a graceful cat, really enjoyed the read.
Thank you so much
You are very welcome
Loved the last line. Like Daniel in the lion's den. Had a dog and cat that were best friends and the dog would defend the cat from other dogs. Another cat my dog liked so much it groomed the pants off the cat licking all the fur off the lower half of the cat so in embarrassment (in bare ass ment) the cat moved down the street to the neighbors. A most fun but also metaphoric write David.
Thanks for that comment.
A fun write. In my home, the cat rules. The dog is terrified of her and the dog is three times the size of that little madam:)
They tolerate each other, from a very wide distance. No physical fights yet. I appreciated the metaphor here as well:) Happy new year David.
Thank you and Happy New Year to you too
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