Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #5
I Had A Cat
by Belinda Roddie
I had a cat. She was a calico
who liked to squeak at me throughout the day.
When I played games, she'd curl next to my toes
and wish for me to pet her as I'd play.
She was named after a movie (my pup
was named after it too), where life and death
and love all intertwined. She'd come on up
to my room at night when I calmly slept.
And then she'd just sit on the window sill.
Her tail swayed like she was standing guard.
She was a good cat - I think of her still.
I took her premature death very hard.
At least we've got Hobbes now - the great big brute
who doesn't bite or scratch at all, to boot!
by Belinda Roddie
I had a cat. She was a calico
who liked to squeak at me throughout the day.
When I played games, she'd curl next to my toes
and wish for me to pet her as I'd play.
She was named after a movie (my pup
was named after it too), where life and death
and love all intertwined. She'd come on up
to my room at night when I calmly slept.
And then she'd just sit on the window sill.
Her tail swayed like she was standing guard.
She was a good cat - I think of her still.
I took her premature death very hard.
At least we've got Hobbes now - the great big brute
who doesn't bite or scratch at all, to boot!
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