Monday 4 March 2013

Blossom, Pollen, Me, My Love and a Cat: A poem for Faerie Magnoose




I saw a cat the other day. He stalked across the street.
We stopped and caught each others stare. Oh what a splendid treat!

A creature strong and sleek he was. A pleasure to behold!
The look of youth around his eyes saw mine were getting old.

‘Come have a little stroke’, I said ‘and play with me awhile’
I muttered sweet enticing sounds to try to raise a smile.

But he was having none of it. His look turned glazed and grey.
His cupboard love awaited him. What need had he to play?

He turned away. I heaved a sigh; the moment held in mind.
My love at home awaited me to offer food and wine.

So why have I the time for love while lovers scurry on?
Why does the blossom in the trees love pollen in the sun?