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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Weekend in the country with cat and bird



Weekend in the country with cat and bird  -

She woke to a cat curled on a plump corner chair.
Sunlight spilling on vased flowers - in those un-askew moments
waking in the guesthouse – she smiled - the cat opened
one eye and then another – in steady emerald stare -stretching
in that languid feline way – in feigned innocence of the unhappy crimson pull of dawn’s nightmare furry sanguinary fury –
She turned, poor-still happy-hapless- house-guest,
suddenly startled by the silence of her sweet songbird –
turned to the pretty cage carried along with her –
Its door now curiously opened –
its tiny occupant unrecognizable
but for that precious puff
of yellow feathers stirring
in the breeze
from her hosts’
open window carrying her
soft scream into the now
mourning-morning


21 comments:

  1. Sadly felines make their own rules. How curiously enticing was the way you used the words with a clipped cruelty all of their own.

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    1. I agree: There is a "clipped cruelty" here, and we the readers are clipped right along with it.

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  2. Oh yes, innocent-seeming kittens have their own ideas about the fate of birds, don't they? It is indeed a natural instinct, but somewhat off-putting all the same...good poem.

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  3. What a wonderful story poem...like a fable...i love the colours and the imagery and the apparent laziness under which lies the motions of the world..

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  4. Oh dear. The cat will just act like nothing is wrong and all is fine in the world. I feel sorry for the owner of the songbird.

    Very much enjoyed reading this -- very nice imagery in this one, enough to picture the scene and mood, which turned from peaceful to a not-so-nice discovery. :D

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  5. what an abrupt change!! cats will be cats...sigh...a lovely poem

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  6. This poem really 'grabs' me, Pearl. You have set the scene & carried it out. I can just see that cat's innocent look & feel the sadness the hosts must feel when they realize their precious songbird is gone.

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  7. Oh - the cat's nature is its own.. So sad when all is changing.. Reminds me of the fable of the scorpion and the frog,

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  8. A complete surprise but very well plotted.

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  9. Such a lovely fable of a poem... :D
    Loved the vivid imagery and tone!
    xoxo

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  10. Well penned... I hope you weren't the beautiful bird :-(
    ZQ

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  11. lovely images.. watching cats is some sort of meditation :)

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  12. I was drifting along so beautifully, till the ending.....such is life, and you have captured it so perfectly!

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  13. Oh my goodness, you painted such a peaceful scene, until suddenly... And then you painted that one with telling restraint. Beautifully written, Pearl.

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  14. There is absolutely nothing better than waking, "to a cat curled on a plump corner chair."

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  15. Oh no...I feel for the poor caged bird...

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  16. O oh... though maybe it's as nature intended.

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  17. it was a beautiful tragedy - the way your words flow.. how to story unfolds.

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  18. Oh dear! But an excellent use for the wordle words to make this poem.

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