short poem

I sit up late at night listening to the rain

all is silent

except for my cat who jumps on the window

he is watching the raindrops

and perhaps thinking about escaping into the dark night

I have not let him out of the front door

as many cars pass by this street

and I don't want him to become dead meat

splattered by a renault clio

or an old rusty citroen


so there he sits

watching the raindrops

thinking about life outside

but he is allowed out into the back garden

and he climbs the walls

and goes next door I think


He is nocturnal

or so they say

and he is wondering why I'm here

am I tresspassing on his day


Not at all

but I will sneek a peek

and take a look at him

before I go to bed

as I wander what he's doing

before I climb the stairs

and rest my weary head

Submitted: December 14, 2011

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Awww, Kitteh!! :3

Wed, December 14th, 2011 11:13pm

Robert Kerr

Fantastic feline frolics!

Sat, January 7th, 2012 10:28pm


thank you

Mon, December 2nd, 2013 5:04am


Cats are a trip to watch, I can watch mine all day long except when he is sleeping which is a good deal of the time anymore, he is 11.

thanks for sharing

Fri, January 13th, 2012 2:36am



Mon, December 2nd, 2013 5:04am


thanks for your comments

Fri, January 13th, 2012 9:50am

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