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Cat
by Matthew Zangenit is a simple exchange
you make me fat, then rub my belly,
i deposit my hair on your rug
and you withdraw.
i will sit with you
while you sit--for hours,
what are you looking at?
it is not me, but i will nudge you
until it is, for a short time
and then you leave, for hours,
what are you doing?
i do not worry, you will come home,
i will not worry
what other cats you have touched
or where that hand has been
because it feeds me, and rubs my belly,
and i have a soft place to curl
my toes, my spine, my tail, around
your warmth.
you will still be mine.
i will still be here. 05/03/2006 Author's Note: you know where to find me.
Posted on 05/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nicole Assenza on 05/03/06 at 05:26 PM Awww =) |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 11/19/06 at 04:39 AM Interesting, interesting. I greatly appreciate this on the surface level as a cat lover, but I think it's also quite apt as an allegory for a human relationship. Quite nice. |
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