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Felix, My Black Cat Kills Time

Oh, you playful, naughty kitten!
One day you came to my front door;
I fed you salmon, tuna, shrimp,
Not caring where you’d lived before.

But soon, I learned, you must have been
Evicted from your former home,
And bad demeanor was the cause
That got you in the streets to roam.

Here, now begins the tragic tale
Of kindness reaping little thanks,
But even so, I do forgive;
I’m one who scolds—but never spanks.

Once, clad in Roman toga folds,
A bronze-cast goddess used to raise
An ornate clock above her head,
Attracting that cat’s constant gaze.

Two Cupids scaled the pleated folds
Above the deity’s bronzed breast,
Forever climbing, grasping, but
Still frozen in their futile quest.

See? back and forth the pendulum
Now sways to tempt my kitty cat . . .
CRASH . . . meeeowwwww! Now you have done it . . .
Oh, darn you silly, naughty brat.

Now “time” lies shattered on hard tiles;
I gather patinated bits
While startled cat eyes make the change
From round to stolid 'who-me' slits;

Off he slinks with shady glances
Directed at my candelabrum
(Once made in Dresden, and quite old)—
Pussycats are prone to boredom.

With eyes wide open, frantically
Fragile cherubs climb and scramble
Up the Corinthian column's garland
Of roses and green vines that ramble,

And I aid them in their search
For the safest, most-highest place
(The ceiling seems to be a spot
To store the things I can’t replace).

Now I sweep up what had withstood
The tooth of time that tears and gnaws;
Though out of reach for me on shelves,
They’re not too high for my cat’s paws.

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I enjoyed this poem very much. I have spent my life with a cat or to beside me. lol the higher a cat can climb is their goal they get that from the big cats. Love the title

Let your mercy spill on all those
burning hearts in hell( L.Cohen)

Thanks, Chrys;
Felix turned out to be the neatest, friendliest cat we ever had, and we had many felines. He is 13 years old now and our dogs love him. All black with golden eyes, he is a beaut! We forgave him long ago, lol. Thank you for the nice comment. Jerry

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Hi, Jerry!
Delicate and irreplaceable items along side a curious cat - the makings for a clever poem! Poor Felix!
Thank you,

is a gorgeous boy who is very gentle; our dogs love him. He hasn't done any other damage and all our fragile things are secure. He had to outgrow his kittenhood--which he did. Thanks for the nice comment. Jerry

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Yeah, they have to outgrow their kitten stage and some do it quickly and some never do. Glad that Felix did and you have so many good years with him. Your poem is flawless as I see it. Nice job.
~ Geezer.

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Yes, Felix is quite unique. He loves people and even our silly dogs. Thanks for reading my cat's tail. Much appreciated.

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