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By jillrabbit
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29 December 2007 |
My oldest cat, Smudge, a true matriarch! Cat sits upon the fireside rug
Her face is looking very smug
She ousted others from this spot
and now is getting toasty hot
Furry hearth, most prized position
For a cat in her condition.
A feline of advancing years
With smudgie nose and bitten ears
She puts the others in their place
A haughty glance adorns her face
One life left now, she is no fool
With radiant fur, the Queen of Cool.
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Smudge
Written by embro (126 comments posted) 29th December 2007 | Nice verse. I like the 'Queen of Cool'. Very apt !
A million cat owners will identify with this piece.
Your words are well chosen and capture the nature of the 'Beast' purrfectly !
all the best
embro |
Written by audrie (454 comments posted) 29th December 2007 | Oh yes, we cat-lovers will certainly identify with this poem.
Lovely, I can just see old Smudge tipping her nose up to lesser mortals, as she hogs the premier spot! | To Smudge
Written by Josie (2825 comments posted) 29th December 2007 | | Jill, as an animal lover myself, I loved your poem. You captured exactly how it is. Cats and dogs alike love to stretch out full length in front of the fire and toast themselves. Your rhyming and rhythm in this poem was really good. Loved it. | Hi Jill
Written by maipenrai (784 comments posted) 29th December 2007 | yes, i can go along with this, they do like the heat.
Bernie | Old Queens with Gnarled Ears
Written by hutmaster (134 comments posted) 30th December 2007 | Something, there is, about old cats that slows us down in admiration of their tranquil wisdom, Jill, and you have captured that here.
Our eldest, Kittment, commandeers the toastiest places like Smudge and becomes highly indignant when moved to accommodate us mere humans.
An affectionate write capturing the old queen's personality.
hm |
Written by jammycarrot (50 comments posted) 5th January 2008 | I too have a cat, so know exactly what you mean. Our's just has a tendency to squeeze between you and the fireplace and then push you away slowly, even if it means pushing himself into the fire.
I like the poem, its not a serious one and so shouldn't be taken as such. The second line sounds very forced though. The idea and the rhyme is great, i have no problem with that, it just seems that you've had to fight to get it to fit the rhythm. I'm sure there are much more concise ways of putting it which with give the same picture and fit in much more snuggly with the poem.
Hope you enjoyed your drive to birmingham, i havn't been outside in 3 days, weather up here is awful and I have exams starting next week.
Jam |
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