Van Gogh's Cat Poem by Susan Marie Watkins
Van Gogh's Cat
At night
van gogh’s cat hunts
beneath the swirling green flame
of a lone cypress
that casts flickering moonshadows
over a field of slouching sunflowers
until dawn explodes in psychedelic smears
of molten orange
& blood red
then leaping lightly through the window
he curls up on the crooked bed
that huddles against the wall
of vincent’s narrow, blue room
in Arles
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4/20/2024 11:12:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Delightfully fine scene painting. That's exactly the world I would envision for Van Gogh's pet. One question though, did Vincent brush the cat with a palette knife?