Purrsday Poetry: The Sage sleeps in a Box

Published on May 25, 2017March 12, 2017 by Marc-André2 Comments

Hi everyone,

Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by jellysolo:

The Sage sleeps in a Box

she told me
to Brush my Hair More Often
and Get a Job
You Lazy Snob.

because she wants the
Deluxe Cat Tree
made of Alder Wood Velvet.

Cleopatra could not pass
pearls as quickly as that!

i stack more boxes.

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Purrsday Poetry: Cats

Published on May 18, 2017March 12, 2017 by Marc-André17 Comments

Hi everyone,

Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by Brianna Dawn:

Cats

be like the cat
taking all of those balled up strings of nerves
unwinding them, picking them apart
until they’re an even larger mess of
disorganized chaos
but at least you tried to take it apart
with just a little fun
and afterwards you can
lazily sleep in the sun

____
written by Tiny Fawns (Brianna Dawn)

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Purrsday Poetry: Mika the Little Black Kitten Haiku

Published on May 11, 2017March 12, 2017 by Marc-André23 Comments

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Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by Linda.

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Purrsday Poetry: For Felix, 2000-14

Published on May 4, 2017February 16, 2017 by Marc-André31 Comments

Hi everyone,

Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by Jennifer Barraclough.

FOR FELIX, 2000-14

We loved one another for fourteen years
Remembering you now brings back my tears

You came as a fragile rescue kitten
As soon as we met my heart was smitten

Although you and I were perfectly matched
Other admirers would often get scratched

I was the mother that you never had
Nursed you with care when your health became bad

Although the vets were so clever and kind
They could not help as your vigour declined

Why you were so sick nobody could say
Sadly I watched as your life ebbed away
One night when I lay awake on the bed
A cold breeze told me your spirit had fled

I laid you to rest in a garden tomb
Where irises and sweet violets bloom

Passage of time will perhaps dim the pain
Till on the Rainbow Bridge we meet again