A Cat Named Poe Poem by Thomas Case
A Cat Named Poe
My autocrat of a
cat
sat on the pedestal
and watched me type.
His eyes, slits, like
slivers of emeralds.
He took a paw,
licked it, and
washed his despot face.
He owned me.
I did whatever he
wanted.
He sauntered off,
then turned and
watched, as I
took liberty with
truth, for the
sake of
imagination and creation.
I dreamed last
night that he could
talk.
He just said two words.
Hi THomas! It is wonderful to read you, &see you at work POet! HUgs&Cheers! : )
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 2:15:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely characterisation of your cat. The revelation that "He owns me" comes like a thunderbolt! Nice.5*