Cat comes in
Complaining about the weather
As if I could change the season
The omnipotent servant
Called upon to correct the universe
To suit feline whims
Copyright 12-7-04
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Miskit Birds
Those tiny birds
That come only in flocks
Sit in the bush
Outside my window
They remind me of Miskit
She caught one a year
Then one of the toms
Took from her and ate it
Her other accomplishment
Was being a good mother
To her single litter
There was nothing else
Always the bottom
Of the pecking order
Without her mothering
Hunting was all that was left
Wounded in a fight
She ended up
With a tummy tuck
Looked like a young cat
Life took on new meaning
She had a chance
To start over
Until the end
© 2005 Sandy Vrooman
That come only in flocks
Sit in the bush
Outside my window
They remind me of Miskit
She caught one a year
Then one of the toms
Took from her and ate it
Her other accomplishment
Was being a good mother
To her single litter
There was nothing else
Always the bottom
Of the pecking order
Without her mothering
Hunting was all that was left
Wounded in a fight
She ended up
With a tummy tuck
Looked like a young cat
Life took on new meaning
She had a chance
To start over
Until the end
© 2005 Sandy Vrooman
How Cats Talk
Cats find humans devoid of intelligence
When it comes to understanding their needs
Their wants and the nuance of their desires
Some treat us like the natives in a foreign land
Who do not speak our language and therefore feel
That volume must be the key to comprehension
I kept company with oe who was more patient
He spoke slowly, softly requesting, not demanding
Explaining his wants and needs
He even tried to learn my language as a compromise
This was brought home to me one fuzzy morning
I had walked by him without the standard greeting
Returning from my absolutions with a bit more focus
I found this cat still on the back of the couch repeating
“Aroo, aroo, are you, are you” mimicking my usual greeting
I guess that was as close as he could get to my salutation
Of petting him and saying, “Hello, Gandalf, how are you.”
Aptly named he was a wizard at interspecies communications
We had many conversations over the years he graced this earth
His wisdom is sorely missed in this house of feline comforts
I keep taking to cats hoping to find another mage of understanding
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
When it comes to understanding their needs
Their wants and the nuance of their desires
Some treat us like the natives in a foreign land
Who do not speak our language and therefore feel
That volume must be the key to comprehension
I kept company with oe who was more patient
He spoke slowly, softly requesting, not demanding
Explaining his wants and needs
He even tried to learn my language as a compromise
This was brought home to me one fuzzy morning
I had walked by him without the standard greeting
Returning from my absolutions with a bit more focus
I found this cat still on the back of the couch repeating
“Aroo, aroo, are you, are you” mimicking my usual greeting
I guess that was as close as he could get to my salutation
Of petting him and saying, “Hello, Gandalf, how are you.”
Aptly named he was a wizard at interspecies communications
We had many conversations over the years he graced this earth
His wisdom is sorely missed in this house of feline comforts
I keep taking to cats hoping to find another mage of understanding
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
Monday, November 5, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
cat scratches
I sit near her feigning indifference
willing her fingers to type my words
gifting the universe with the beauty
of the feline poetic gift
© 2007 Spatzer Kat
old cat
they said to keep the cat inside
to protect him from predators
I would have him with me longer
but what about his joy
there is no tall grass in the house
no small things to chase
no bushes to sleep under
it might buy me a little time
but for him the time gained
would seem too long
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
to protect him from predators
I would have him with me longer
but what about his joy
there is no tall grass in the house
no small things to chase
no bushes to sleep under
it might buy me a little time
but for him the time gained
would seem too long
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
Friday, October 12, 2007
great cat hunter
the great cat hunter
stalks the wild ladybug
through the jungle
of newly mowed lawns
perhaps with dreams
of chasing gazelle
in the African veldt
spring coiled release
and the prey takes flight
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
stalks the wild ladybug
through the jungle
of newly mowed lawns
perhaps with dreams
of chasing gazelle
in the African veldt
spring coiled release
and the prey takes flight
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
Monday, October 8, 2007
Worse Cat Verse
Back to room
Paws over nose, tail over eyes
Why does she think she can see me?
Dog visits, harrumph
Window curtains
Veil my existence
If I keep demanding
Perhaps the quality of the food
Will improve
No matter how many times
You tell them
They just don’t get it
Too many laps
So little time
Why don’t they all
Go away
So I can eat in peace
Found the perfect spot
Why does the sun
Insist on moving?
Every night
She hangs the jacket
And I must pull my bed to the floor
Cotton birds
Metal Tree
Why?
At midnight
On Christmas Eve
I have the power of speech
Too bad there is nothing
Worth saying
Paws over nose, tail over eyes
Why does she think she can see me?
Dog visits, harrumph
Window curtains
Veil my existence
If I keep demanding
Perhaps the quality of the food
Will improve
No matter how many times
You tell them
They just don’t get it
Too many laps
So little time
Why don’t they all
Go away
So I can eat in peace
Found the perfect spot
Why does the sun
Insist on moving?
Every night
She hangs the jacket
And I must pull my bed to the floor
Cotton birds
Metal Tree
Why?
At midnight
On Christmas Eve
I have the power of speech
Too bad there is nothing
Worth saying
Tom sings his morning song
This is mine
All mine
And the other cats wait
Until the singing stops
To go out and do
Whatever cats do
When people aren’t watching
The evening song is sung
In the opposite direction
After the sun sets
Protecting the neighborhood
From cat-like evils
That could happen
If the spell was not
Properly cast
Being the biggest cat
Has many responsibilities
That come with the job
Perhaps the smaller cats
Revel at the thought
That they can just relax
Copyright 1-14-2006 by
Sandy Vrooman
This is mine
All mine
And the other cats wait
Until the singing stops
To go out and do
Whatever cats do
When people aren’t watching
The evening song is sung
In the opposite direction
After the sun sets
Protecting the neighborhood
From cat-like evils
That could happen
If the spell was not
Properly cast
Being the biggest cat
Has many responsibilities
That come with the job
Perhaps the smaller cats
Revel at the thought
That they can just relax
Copyright 1-14-2006 by
Sandy Vrooman
Fences
The tom cat
Sings his territory
Both morn and evening
His domain secured
Until a bigger cat
Moves in
I, the bigger cat
Go in search
Of this illusive creature
Seeing only
His shadow fleeing
Under the car
Yet he will sing
Again tonight
At my door
Marking my borders
As his own
Again and again
Animal fences so different
Than ones built
By humans
We mean to keep out
Everything
Animals, only their kind
© 2006 Sandy Vrooman
Sings his territory
Both morn and evening
His domain secured
Until a bigger cat
Moves in
I, the bigger cat
Go in search
Of this illusive creature
Seeing only
His shadow fleeing
Under the car
Yet he will sing
Again tonight
At my door
Marking my borders
As his own
Again and again
Animal fences so different
Than ones built
By humans
We mean to keep out
Everything
Animals, only their kind
© 2006 Sandy Vrooman
the cats are
screaming at me again
I have fed them
it is the wrong stuff
I have opened the door
it is too cold outside
and they have declined
their morning rituals complete
they now sleep in the sun
and I still don’t know
what they wanted
I wonder if they have
some warped sense of
being Jewish
with me as Yahweh
and their response
being
why me?
a cat’s battle cry
is oye, oye, oye,
and they can wait
more than eight days
in the darkness
most will not eat pork
and they require
two litter boxes
one for each function
I continue
to puzzle their existence
as they do mine
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
screaming at me again
I have fed them
it is the wrong stuff
I have opened the door
it is too cold outside
and they have declined
their morning rituals complete
they now sleep in the sun
and I still don’t know
what they wanted
I wonder if they have
some warped sense of
being Jewish
with me as Yahweh
and their response
being
why me?
a cat’s battle cry
is oye, oye, oye,
and they can wait
more than eight days
in the darkness
most will not eat pork
and they require
two litter boxes
one for each function
I continue
to puzzle their existence
as they do mine
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
Such stillness
This day a foggy gray
Trees silhouette the sky
Cats face east in prayer
Chanting rumbling mantras
To the gods of heat
They sleep at my feet
Dispensing energy
Stored in solar batteries
Content to dream
The pictures I see
In words on a page
We run in sunlit meadows
Near ancient castles
Until the last page
When I stir
And the cats
Renew their mantras
Copyright 2-17-05
This day a foggy gray
Trees silhouette the sky
Cats face east in prayer
Chanting rumbling mantras
To the gods of heat
They sleep at my feet
Dispensing energy
Stored in solar batteries
Content to dream
The pictures I see
In words on a page
We run in sunlit meadows
Near ancient castles
Until the last page
When I stir
And the cats
Renew their mantras
Copyright 2-17-05
haiku by Spatzer Katz
Spatzer Kat* post its
I wait
you return
time to wash my butt
gone too long
I chastise you royally
then ignore
I am
therefore
feed me
a gift
to praise your service
hairball in a shoe
cat mafia decree
for the careless servant
mouse head on pillow
where you walk
limited dark visioned
soft and squishy
(c) 2007 Sandy Vrooman
* bio: Spatzer Kat is a 15-year-old domestic short hair wearing white
spatz on his four feet. He resides in California under sub human
conditions. His servant who thinks she owns him lacks proper
discipline and training.
More Haiku by Spatzen Kat
my chair
I must sit on you
my place
how can you
read a book if
I am here
let me out
I must howl my
mistreatment
I wait
you return
time to wash my butt
gone too long
I chastise you royally
then ignore
I am
therefore
feed me
a gift
to praise your service
hairball in a shoe
cat mafia decree
for the careless servant
mouse head on pillow
where you walk
limited dark visioned
soft and squishy
(c) 2007 Sandy Vrooman
* bio: Spatzer Kat is a 15-year-old domestic short hair wearing white
spatz on his four feet. He resides in California under sub human
conditions. His servant who thinks she owns him lacks proper
discipline and training.
More Haiku by Spatzen Kat
my chair
I must sit on you
my place
how can you
read a book if
I am here
let me out
I must howl my
mistreatment
by Smokey Katz
Ruler of all I survey
Even the sun obeys
My commands
Warming this spot
Every day
Except
When that food person
Orders falling water
From the sky
I will deal with her later
Even the sun obeys
My commands
Warming this spot
Every day
Except
When that food person
Orders falling water
From the sky
I will deal with her later
cat dreams
Whiskered senses tell of approach
Air shifts and they vibrate
Hidden in the tall grasses
You walk right by
Not knowing of this observance
Fearing discovery, I freeze as you pass
Not knowing how you would receive me
In this form I have chosen
Small and discrete I watch
As you move away
Yet I remember the touch of your skin
The taste of your lips
And the melding of souls
As if it happened mere seconds ago
How could you have forgotten
© 2006, Sandy Vrooman
Air shifts and they vibrate
Hidden in the tall grasses
You walk right by
Not knowing of this observance
Fearing discovery, I freeze as you pass
Not knowing how you would receive me
In this form I have chosen
Small and discrete I watch
As you move away
Yet I remember the touch of your skin
The taste of your lips
And the melding of souls
As if it happened mere seconds ago
How could you have forgotten
© 2006, Sandy Vrooman
3 haiku about cats
perhaps cats
have revolving doors
to greet seasons
cats have
an open the door
policy
efficient use
of solar energy
the cat
have revolving doors
to greet seasons
cats have
an open the door
policy
efficient use
of solar energy
the cat
Black and White
One white as snow
The other black as night
They come and go
On their life’s journey
With me as a disruption
In their lives
The other black as night
They come and go
On their life’s journey
With me as a disruption
In their lives
Ode to Kitty
Oh you dear sweet feline critter
What rare vintage do you find
To sip in ecstasy from the gutter
While fresh house water you do mind
You approach me with such distain
And chastise my lack of manners
With your crass and grating refrain
Your whiskers set as object scanners
As time approaches the hour of repose
Your behavior becomes more demure
You seek my lap as day does close
With my hand upon your head you purr
Is this then dear puss what you need
Or is it because you just had your feed
© 2006 Sandy Vrooman
What rare vintage do you find
To sip in ecstasy from the gutter
While fresh house water you do mind
You approach me with such distain
And chastise my lack of manners
With your crass and grating refrain
Your whiskers set as object scanners
As time approaches the hour of repose
Your behavior becomes more demure
You seek my lap as day does close
With my hand upon your head you purr
Is this then dear puss what you need
Or is it because you just had your feed
© 2006 Sandy Vrooman
Haiku by Spatzer Kat
how you
open the can
decides quality
rituals sacred
must begin properly
open new can
I buried it
why must you dig
and destroy
see how
the keyboard matches
my eyes
you should see
nothing else as
I enter the room
your attempts
no matter how feeble
deserve a purr
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
open the can
decides quality
rituals sacred
must begin properly
open new can
I buried it
why must you dig
and destroy
see how
the keyboard matches
my eyes
you should see
nothing else as
I enter the room
your attempts
no matter how feeble
deserve a purr
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
haiku by the cat
fur motor comfort
the size of the package
belies its content
the old cat slows
in the autumn of life
savoring all
Tom sings his territory
while we must obliterate
our enemies
pink nosed nudges
break my concentration
feed me
I go
where you cannot
because I can
The cat
fallen leaf toys
pounce, turn and dance
repeat after me
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
the size of the package
belies its content
the old cat slows
in the autumn of life
savoring all
Tom sings his territory
while we must obliterate
our enemies
pink nosed nudges
break my concentration
feed me
I go
where you cannot
because I can
The cat
fallen leaf toys
pounce, turn and dance
repeat after me
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
cat tanka
cats and rain
opposing forces of nature
who wins
the cats of course, who
yowl until the sun shines
Copyright 1-2-06 by
Kitsune Miko
opposing forces of nature
who wins
the cats of course, who
yowl until the sun shines
Copyright 1-2-06 by
Kitsune Miko
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