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four more-or-less October poems

haiku (my practiced cat sleeps)

When Sunday Is the First

I Met a Cat the Other Day

(x = space)

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I Met a Cat the Other Day

(thank you, Almond Joy)

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A beauty

Asian of some kind

Rescued by my neighbor

So smart of her

To do

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Named for a candy bar

(the cat)

And rather peaceful

In her arms

(the neighbor’s)

And I realized this morning

That

Everything’s a little better

Cats as ambassadors

And anodynes

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Maybe we should keep them near

(my allergies

and yours

notwithstanding)

Near the table

Cushiony or something

Eyeing patience

In proceedings

And then our celebration

Meals

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Never mind

Inscrutability

It’s a quiet asset

And a signal

Should it snarl

Not to upset

Our table

Or proceedings

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C L Couch

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Photo by Brian Suh on Unsplash

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Mom’s Day

(x = space)

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Mom’s Day

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When she was alive

And I had friends on campus

I got notes from her

From time to time

And a card on Mother’s Day

Sometimes for Father’s Day

She could get confused

She was a cat

Who when sick

Or when we were moving

I brought to my office

To let her sleep under the desk

Or rub my face

When I was working

As was her way

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And to make friends of peers

Students

Even the cleaning staff

Who were friendly people

So was she

She couldn’t be a mother

But she let me

From time to time

Be a mother

(also a father, keeper, friend, target)

And sent me notes and cards

For Mom’s Day

And other reasons

When I was on campus

And had friends there

While she was a good friend

A cat-child

In all places

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happy Mom’s Day to all moms

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C L Couch

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Photo by Valeria Zoncoll on Unsplash

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Surly Cat Blues

(x = space)

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Surly Cat Blues

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SING with me

Cat

Or let me sing with you

Or beat the cans or something

With the alley cats of night

Do you know

Top Cat?

I use to watch

When I was a child

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I’ll call you Surly Cat

To avoid any trouble

And sorry

It’s a surly day

I didn’t sleep much

I’ve had some coffee

Do I want some more?

I am

Debating

x

Do you want some

Is that where a

Face comes from

Having caffeine

Or not

x

Maybe chocolate

NO

Not for a cat

(or caffeine of any kind

either)

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Maybe Andrew Lang

Painted you

Or Christopher Smart

Elegized

As with Jeoffry

But I imagine you

More

A cat

With a guitar

Or base

Plucking

Singing about

Mouse

The adversary

x

I don’t know

You might be a good cat

Avoiding

Everyone

Eschewing toys

Lousy on laps

Except as a surprise

A time of your own choosing

Interest

Combined with

Human inconvenience

x

Now I wonder

HEY

It really does look good

Outside

Temperature is moderate

There is a

Range

Of blue and green

And white and black

And gray

Maybe I could take a walk

You could stay in here

The old glass

Allows for sunlight

You might

Feel

Righter with the

Feline, human

World

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Or hatch new plans

While you’re asleep

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C L Couch

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I don’t know if Kliban invented cats who sing the blues, but I can’t help but imagine the two (cats and blues) in Kliban fashion when I think of cats as characters (all kinds) making music in addition to purr, meow, growl.

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I decided not to cite the famous cat with the famouser face.  Too current, too popular.  So I made up Surly Cat.  It’s mine.  You can’t have it.  Unless you ask nicely.  Imagine a cat with fists and an expression always saying, You should see the other guy.

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Top Cat is an animated cat, the main character in an eponymous cartoon series in the sixties.  It was a delight of ours when children to meet the actor who was the voice of Top Cat.

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Photo by Max Simonov on Unsplash

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monday protest

(x = space)

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monday protest

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get up

listen to the noise

and go

and this is how it starts

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a day

in the modern world

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no,

thank you

iI’ll stay here

in the drab place

and time

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of dark and cold

of sleep

and safety

well

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i won’t grow up

not i

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if you must leave

i’ll stay

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c l couch

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photo by eduardo mallmann on unsplash

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Brother Cat

(x = space)

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Brother Cat

(about Hannah, rescued on Hanover Street)

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I was the brother cat

Sometimes father

Sometimes mother

We could get confused

You were the sister cat

Doubtlessly

Though you didn’t seem

To mind it

When I used Your Majesty

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Sister queen cat

Cat with an attitude

Little cat

Who acted big

Alpha cat

When there was a beta

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Funny cat

You were so serious

Except when you weren’t

You’d run out the door

And up the tree

High enough for me

To reach you

Bring you down

Hold you ‘til we were both

Inside

x

You were the cat

Who gave me cues

For petting

And for making

Entryways for sleeping

Out of blankets, though

Mostly out of me

x

I could work

As long as you were

On my lap,

Which was your strategy

x

A challenge came

When people came to call

If they wanted you,

You would check out their laps

Sometimes their faces

Generally, be slow and still

More so

Than you were with me

Or if you weren’t sure about

Who was visiting,

You’d jump up, pour into

My lap

And from there

Stare at the suspect

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For nineteen years

You were remarkable cat company

Despite the allergies

I miss you

And would have you back

In fact, occasionally I see you

In a blurred and catly place

Inside the corner of my eye

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C L Couch

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yesterday I read “Sister Cat” by Frances Mayes

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Photo by Sourish Trivedy on Unsplash

A super good-looking lion (like me of course [photographer talking]) enjoying an evening on a cool rock in B&W!

Maasai Mara National Reserve, Ngiro-are Road, Kenya

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Renovations of Divine Love

(x = space)

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Renovations of Divine Love

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She saw creation

In a hazelnut

The way Blake saw the universe

In a grain of sand

And microscopes would render

Microcosms,

Subatomic worlds

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As such, the world might be understood

As something to take care of

To have holiness in peelings

While there are leftovers

From the seasons

There is no trash

Each cell revealing plans

For perfection

When all shall be well

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We don’t know her name

She had a cell

Part of

The church of Saint Julian

She was God’s prisoner

By devotion

Many came outside her cell

To talk with her

About visions of the world

About someday considerations

Passed into today

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To replicate her life,

We need our version

Our version

Of a place

With a cat

Maybe with people going by

Life of a town

A neighborhood

A city block

A farm

We need time without calling it

Time

It is devotion

It is service that is easy

As in receiving love is easy

And honing faith

A pursuit of both

Earthly and ethereal

Delight

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C L Couch

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Photo by Hatice Yardım on Unsplash

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