There is a light that
Went out across the street
To bed they’ve gone,
Well, all but one,
Out slinks the cat.
From the window and
Down the branch
She slides out
Without any doubt,
Glides to the doormat.
A cry into the night
Summons the neighbours
One, two, three; they gather
And together they blather
And observe sabbat.
A ritual of all felines,
They stretch, mew, bat and catch
Little creatures. Piled up,
Then shared the to the lineup,
Their ritual complete, they return to their habitat
And cast their spells
At the foot of doors, beds and cabinets.
At the crack of dawn
They shout for their pawns
And receive love and attention,
For being a cat.
Ethan Clark
Ethan Clark, coming from a village in Wales, has come to university to YSJ to study Creative Writing. The inspiration for this piece came from a seminar from my poetry module and, of course, a love for cats.
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