“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” – Jean Cocteau
I believe his name is Pablo
not just for the artist
but also the poet
the one whose silvery
tongue, slides in and out
of my dreams
*
le petit chat noir
curled up in
my palm creating
his own corner
de coeur
*
only three weeks old
the eyes still dark like
the gloss of his fur
too soon yet
to bring him home
*
it’s been a decade
since i’ve lived
with a cat
my youngest son took
his – when he parted
*
a niche
caché à mon coeur
arms open, waiting
longing to stroke
his silky black fur
*
hypnotic opus whispers
bestowing solace
allowing me to adore you
prompting my behaviors
putting me in my place
*
j’attends
divine inspiration
mysterious muse
oh passionate one
chez moi est chez toi
*
Bisous,
The human, Léa
Enjoy your new baby, and I wish you can take him home soon! >^..^<
Alas, it was not to be. They decided to keep him and who could blame them. All is well as two of the local SPA’s led me two the two divas now in residence. Thanks!
what a sweet poem
Patricia, thank you so much for your kind comment.
Just love this poem..x?????
Merci beaucoup! Alas, the human in the house merely types what the cats demand. 🙂
Precious kitten. Love the poem
Thank you so much for your kind words. Perhaps you will visit the divas, Colette and Simone one day? http://lesdeuxdivasmavieenrose.wordpress.com
wow!
We do hope that is a positive Wow! Colette, Simone and the human.
http://lesdeuxdivasmavieenrose.wordpress.com 🙂
Merci beaucoup – un vrai plaisir! J’adore les chats, le français et la poésie alors parfait pour moi! 🙂