So, I'm going to try the prompts on the Poetic Asides blog, because they've worked for me before, and I have some rough idea of what I want to accomplish this month: another chapbook-length series, this time on cats.
Yes, cats. No, like Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, but undoubtedly influenced by that, and from watching The Aristocats one-too-many times.
We have three indoor cats, two of which we adopted from the backyard. I've been watching our backyard cats now for several years. We feed a local colony, and it's been fascinating watching their social behavior, which one's have bonded, which don't get along. The litters of kittens that I know are being born that keep disappearing. (So sad, but I am grateful in a bittersweet way.)
So, here is my poem for the day. It's untitled. That will have to come later, as I still have one other post to make today -- about the Poetry Book Giveaway! Yay!
Nothin’ but fur and feline gumption scrapped
this flea-strapped rat-trap backdoor cat.
T’ain’t the first time anyone’s been ‘tracted
to this old hat. I’m gon’ get me a funny-eyed
maiden calico and she gon’ gimme summa that.
He wants to get him ‘some of that’? Forget it,
Lame-O Romeo. You ain’t all that. And I am.
The sun is out and I’m going to lay like a rug
while you strut your mug all over this yard.
You’re not my kind. I haven’t lost my mind.
How many noes does it take it to change
someone’s line? That little girl is mine. Who
knows where the wind goes when it whines
past. She’s a pussycat. How’s that? Change’s
just a breeze away. Then I’ll have my day.
What brings you to the neighborhood, Scat?
I dunno. These four paws. This nose. This n’ that.