Cats Poems
My Cats
by Charles Bukowski
I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.
but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.
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Channeling Dr. Seuss
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
The cat in the box...
Looking sly as a fox...
Was he wearing dog socks...
That’s quite the paradox...
In the box the cat sits...
Thinking Kibbles ‘n Bits...
At the end of his wits...
Chooses greens eggs and grits...
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The Cemetery Pussycat
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?
I’ve been to the cemetery to visit my late master...
Pussycat, pussycat, what did you do there?
I tried to awake her by scratching the plaster...
Pussycat, pussycat, did she wake up from her sleep?
I was unable to wake her so I rested near her feet...
Pussycat, pussycat, what then did you do?
I chased away a mouse who was nibbling on her shoe...
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A thousands ways to kill one cat
by Rukudzo Kachambgwa
I've finally caught up with the cat
which has been terrorising my chicken coop.
That little black witch of a cat-
lays motionless in the sack in which I have it bound.
I'm watching it like God,
My eyes are every where
Counting the number of fallen chicks
all the pieces of drumsticks layn to waste.
I shall boil the cat in hot cooking oil and then leave it for the vultures to finish off.
No, that would be much too expensive.
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It's a Cat's life
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
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Cats , the....
by Inmeton .
There once was a cat
Who'd eaten all the rats
An' spender all the best
on life, to how to kill those rats
Ohh...
Rats killed oh rats killed
Oh my little little hat spilled
Ohh...
Rats killed oh rats killed
Oh my little little hat spilled
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On the death of my daughter’s cat
by Debra Robertson
Lenny! What a gorgeous boy!
Ginger and soft and smart
A playful cat, a loving cat
Reb’s soulmate, the essence of her heart.
Lenny loved to chase crumpled paper
He would bat it and Pat it And roll it forward
He would roll on his back and hug it
Lenny was never bored.
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Butterfly Dreams-Nursery Rhyme
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
There was an old woman, who lived in town,
She had seven cats, all of whom wore frowns,
When crimson butterflies left, each sundown,
Off to their sweet dreams in the thistledown.
Much more fun to run in sun and green grass,
Than going to bed, with pearl moon, at last;
But, in puss dreams, butterflies made a splash,
They were all colors flying, while cats dashed!
It's a Cat's life
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
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A Pussy Séance
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
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