Cats At Home Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Cats At Home



Entering flat from morning walk
I see three of them, six eyes
On me. There are on floor in line.
Chintu, leaning his back on wall
Inji the grown female in the middle
With Murphy the male with round wide eyes.

No sign of recognition, and no demand
Means my wife has fed them full:
As I entered she left with her bag
With biscuits, fish and chicken
For the stray dogs, cats around.

I look around: the one-eyed Chinkie
On dining chair and Minnie the fat
In the kitchen near the food bowls
Except Zippie considered my favorite.

I came into my bedroom, putting on
My HP Pavilion 4, I find wardrobe door
Open by six inches, tried to remove pillow
At the bottom to see two ears and eyes of Zippie!

They have become my companions
With each one his or her special features
Levels of intelligence and display
Of affection or insecurity and aggression.

We have nine of them in 3-bedroom flat
Half my pension goes on their
Food and medicine: but they make
My wife happy, me and Joti too.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: cats
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