Kitten

During an Art Walk in my neighborhood, one of my neighbors was creating poetry. Give her a word, and in 15 minutes she would create a poem on your theme. She explained that impromptu composition like that is a very good exercise. I think it’s like an artist who will do a quick sketch of you at a fair. The word was “kitten” and the result was delightful! I’m publishing it here with her permission.

Raw Kittenhood

My little kitten that I helped by bottle supplementing inspired a poem. It is also published on my Patreon account here. Read her story here.

Twenty feet away, beyond the door,

Five kittens start their brand-new lives.

I listen, and try hard to let them do their job,

Not make it mine.

Give them a week and they’ll be cute; tonight

Their tiny, mighty bodies

Strive

With all the fire of urgency they brought into this life.

There is no fluff, no cuteness, only this:

Get there. Find mom, find milk, or die; there’s nothing else.

Who knew the tiny ones, still

Birth-wet from their mother’s womb, came armed with

All the power of Earth, of Life itself.

And, sometimes, only sometimes, it’s enough.

—copyright © 2022 by Anna Lisa Goebel

He Purred

I brushed the cat. He purred,

And purred, and purred, and purred.

Then, sated, he stepped off my lap to

Settle on his spot,

Beside me on the bed, and purred some more,

More softly now, as

Water, taken off the boil, will

Simmer on.

copyright © 2021 by Anna Lisa Goebel

This was written about my cat Jiro, who has a wonderful purr, and loves to be brushed more than anything. He was a feral cat we rescued from our back yard when he was about a year old. He is now a happy lap kitty. Click here to read more on my Patreon page.