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She's a Cat

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Following a cat, to places of cat ways and means
It has hers, it’s up to you to find yours
She might say thanks, but you know she'll wander off
Making friends with enemies
Scratching who she loves

Always knowing apathy, until it matters
Rushing off, then a very slight return to your side
A thousand fast heart beats, with claws of love
Beautifully painted ceramic
But then the shelf was empty

Wondering what to be, a tiger or a kitten
Hypersensitive, unafraid to stand up to you
A crazy soft cloud living on the top of kitchen cabinets
Eating food in the alley
Scratching on the glass in the rain

That's how it's going to be, there are no rules
Love is not something to bargain, it's just acceptance
Don't ask any questions, it doesn't have to make sense
On your lap then up a tree to hang out
But you're gonna' have to love her down

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 28, 2018:

Ha... I meant I love cats and women... nobody in particular. It's an old metaphor; cats and women... like a rose is for love; the flower and the thorn. But I don't mind trying my take on it. Thank you for your kind words.

Dr Kulsum Mehmood from Nagpur, India on January 28, 2018:

Ah ! Naughty. Keep writing. You are a good person and poet.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 28, 2018:

Thank you Dr. Mehmood! I enjoy your comments. I feel like I'm reaching someone. Of course you know I'm contrasting a real cat with a woman. I love them both.

Dr Kulsum Mehmood from Nagpur, India on January 27, 2018:

I just love cats.

Beautifully penned poem Mark.

As you so beautifully put it down on paper, feline ways are unpredictable and catty. I love big cats too.