The Cat Poem by Roberta James Mitchell

The Cat

Rating: 4.1


i´m dreaming of solitude.
there´s a meadow surronded by green eyes,
they have a brave attitude,
flowers with mustache,
the roar of the oak tree calls up,
the wind feels like hair in my face,
i can´t breath, so i wake up.

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 14 July 2005

Hi Roberta. I had a pet cat named Ozzie. For what ever reason, he'd like to fall asleep on my head...lol. I like this poem! AND, I understand the imagery! Good stuff. L

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