I Saw This Cat
Going over hills
softly pressing forward
not to disturb
but to observe
Creeping ever so easily
was this cat
not the kind
who licks tuna
from a silver dish
Striped in majestic tones
a king of the jungle
opening his mouth
showing large shiny teeth
and yawning
Gasping to myself
swallowing my spit
softly padding to the bridge
I ease my way out
I am just six years old
and the jungle
is the back yard
of the military base
where I am safely tucked away
No matter what one might think
going gently into the unknown
is truly the wisest thing
when there are feral cats
prowling in the light of day
Today I am combining my prompt:Gentle Speaking and the one from:
Six Sentence Story
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very cool Six.
enjoyed the rhythm of the lines that gave something extra to the narrative of the story itself.
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Feral cats? Watch out for sure! 😀 Great picture to open with and I love the title.
Thoroughly delightful poem!
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Loved it!
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Loved it! Good flow good six
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Especially liked this …
Gasping to myself
swallowing my spit
softly padding to the bridge
I ease my way out
been there!
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Thank you and me too!
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There’s an immediate sense of being there, of being six, that this is a strong memory still. Your words prowl and purr.
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Love your poem. Your last stanza is particularly wise. Thanks for sharing this.
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Amazing poem!
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