Tiger Tiger
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Because I’m only human, it’s sometimes hard to be
the wise, all-knowing creature that my cat expects of me.
And so I pray for special help, to somehow understand
the subtle implications of each proud meowed command.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice,
And sofa cushions, soft and nice.
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I never understood why
women love cats.
Cats are independent.
They don`t listen.
They don`t come in
when you call.
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If it should be that I grow weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle can’t be won.
You will be sad, I understand.
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
cats cats sleep anywhere
any table
any chair
top of piano
window ledge
in the middle on the edge
open draw
empty shoe
anywhere will do
or in a cardbord box with your socks
anywhere they dont care
cats sleep anywhere.
lauren kaunhoven
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Oh, what unhappy twist of fate-
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth and food.
From that day I ceased to be
The Master of my Destiny
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I thank you for the food you bring,
and for my little squeaky thing.
I thank you for your friendly talks,
and when you change my litter tray.
I thank you for the naps we share,
and putting up with tufts of hair.
I thank you for these things you do,
but thank you most for being you.
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He blinks upon the hearth-rug
And yawns in deep content
Accepting all the comforts
That Providence has sent.
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A shivering scrap edges from the cat basket,
and vanishes behind the sofa.
“Poor little soul,” they say,
“Perhaps a little plaice, a little milk.”
“Don’t startle her.”
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