A Sleeping Cat

by Ken Harnisch

Somewhere in the lyrics
Beyond the window
There is the song of life.

But I look over and see only
A sleeping cat
A Maine Coon whose tail
Is wrapped half again around his

He is my desultory confessor
Watching with interest
My transgressions
But like the best pets
Judging me not

I run my fingers
Through his fur
And he whimpers
His rhetorical question:

And yet, he does not
Run from such seductions
And his haunches arc
To receive them
Without protest

Without the questions as
To cause
Or the skepticism as to intent


Posted on 11/14/2009
Copyright © 2023 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/14/09 at 01:14 PM

I love your picturesque poetics that truly speaks of emotions in such a subtle way. Very cool- (and, I find this appealing because I also love cats) :)

Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 01/28/10 at 03:46 AM

this is sunshine.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/12/10 at 03:59 AM

I really enjoyed this one. My wife and I just love cats. All of our babies over the year have taught me much about life. It seems they can teach my complex and sometimes stupid species how to be more human. The allusions you make in terms of their acceptance of what is, is a great example. Thanks for this smiler. I purr.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/29/11 at 11:52 PM

As an avowed cat person, I was truly blown away by this piece Ken. A well needed change to the genre. MMMEEEYESSS!

Posted by James Blaylock on 03/30/11 at 10:45 PM

Felines are truly magical creatures! I really adored this piece. You're a true wordsmith!

Posted by Lori Blair on 12/28/11 at 11:39 PM

Once upon a time I had a main coon cat..and I smile at such a memory as this write does create..and just seems so much simplier to be them than you and I but is it really? Great write!

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