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Grady, Enter and Exit
by Chris Sorrenti
This gray Tabby is once more restless
Eats and sleep will only go so far
Unable to quench his instinctive hunger
Pacing back and forth from room to room
As he bellows his mournful call
Not sure which of his lives he’s in
No idea where or who he came from
Landed at the back door seeing our Calico
Out catching some moon rays
Cat’s aren’t stupid
They know where there’s another
There’s food
I open the back door at midnight
As he’s almost frantic
But the sight of the rain keeps him
From venturing outside
So he sleeps it off wherever’s comfortable
Tonight it’s a basement table
By morning the precipitation
Has subsided somewhat enough
Certainly no house cat
Grady’s out the door to God knows where
But sure enough
He’ll be back in a few hours
For more snuggles n’ grub
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05/14/2019 Posted on 05/14/2019
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/16/19 at 02:26 PM Hey, Chris, I fell in love with this tabby reading your poem. Cats are definitely not stupid. Independent, yes, but also wise in their feline way. Strangely for us, it is a sort of a connection with the divine. I enjoyed this sweet interlude with man and cat. Thanks. |
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