Tuesday, February 14, 2006

For those of us who are going to die alone, surrounded by cats.

Feline Haikus

The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
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So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle is closer.
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There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
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Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
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Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
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Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.
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Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
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The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
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My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
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Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
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My affection is
conditional. Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
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I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
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So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier"? I call
These my "blades of death."
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Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.

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