Rodin's Cat Poem by Susan Marie Watkins

Rodin's Cat



rodin's cat sleeps contentely
amid the singing hammer blows
and dusty rubble of the atelier
but at night he awakens
his topaz eyes gleaming in the gloom &
creeps outside to prowl
among the grotesqueries that
writhe in endless agony
beneath the pale blue moonlight
there in rodin's night-haunted garden

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Robert Howard 05 January 2008

I am reading this after having enjoyed van gogh's cat. What a great idea to reflect on artist's lives through feline eyes.

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