Cat On The Street Poem by Matt Mooney
Cat On The Street
She closes the door as she steps outside
At the end of her day's designing;
Stooping she greets a cat on the street
Whose bushy tail it exceeds him.
He's thrilled he is at this midnight hour
To meet with a lady of fashion.
While head to head they talk and purr,
Her handbag slung low from her shoulder,
He takes good note of its soft leather look
Like the feel of her hands that caressed him.
He swiches his tail on his way up the town,
Slipping in through the dimly lit archway;
At the end of the day he was only a stray
And he was after being treated like gentry.
nice read...enjoyable narration... poem, a lot more symbolic than its plain innocent look...10
the love and tenderness of this lovely lady shines, as did ST. LAZARUS with all the stray animals, that he saw and fed. excellent write a ten
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I would like to translate this poem
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‘And he was after being treated like gentry.’ ~ True poetic vision always catchs such wee, bittie things [read phenomena] …exceedingly joyous read… thanks Sir for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10