(Poem 100 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Pretty Kitty is angry;
he’s climbed a tree
where he will remain
until half past three.
His caretaker Debbie
took him to the vet
and betrayed his trust—
the worst treason yet.
He was poked and prodded,
examined and weighed,
all sorts of indignities—
might as well get spayed.
He though they were friends,
confidants at least,
until this afternoon
when he was treated like a beast.
He feels a little sorry
for calling her every name in the book,
when in a fit of anger
he hissed and shook.
He’ll probably apologize
at a later time,
but for now if she wants him
she’ll have to climb.
His feelings have been wounded,
and she really hurt his pride;
it’s all her fault that
he had to run and hide.
He might come down later
since it looks like rain,
but any of her attempts
at a truce will be in vain.
He has no intention
of forgiving her this soon.
She’ll have to wait until tomorrow
for him to answer her tune.
Pretty Kitty, where are you?
Will it take him long?
Here he comes to be consoled;
he can’t resist her song.
@Home Studio – (True story about Debbie and her cat) 100th poem of the year
Runner ups for the pretty kitty photos to accompany my poem:
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