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Cat Lovers.........HELP This morning the man of the house Brought me a pretty blue collar Thought he wanted to be my friend Adding a bright pink leash He put me in a black mesh bag Next to me in her own house Sat the dog that is always out in the pen Never close to me before But now she sits right next to me In the back of this open truck you know Down the road we went........seems like I did this last year Racking my brain I am trying to think where I am going I started to cry, the dog was barking at the wind The man just kept the truck rolling and soon We were there, wherever that was First the dog got out and walked inside Me, I’m still in the black mesh bag Oh sure there is a lady in this picture too They are doing this awful deed together you know We sit and wait till our name is called Pretty Girl, oh that’s you dog Snowball, oh no..... that’s me Together we go in this tiny little room A nice lady smiles at me then begins to poke She said I weighed nine pounds, who is she kidding Look at all my fur Soon the doctor came in He was nothing special Shook hands with the Mr. and Mrs. Then he came after me Good grief his hands were cold as they dug into my gut He checked out my teeth, if only I could have.......... Ears, eyes, nose and throat They talked about a bath and trim Can you imagine, right in front of me Pretty Girl was already back inside her house We were going home At least I think we were The ordeal was over had to be I’m back inside the black mesh bag But wait when we got home they set me free Took off the collar and leash I was on my own Pretty Girl was free and came right after me Never before did I climb a tree....I did today I sat for over an hour trying to figure how in the world I was going to get back down again........ HELP I cried..... The man of the house walked by on his deck We were just about eye to eye He looked at me and I at him then he said What goes up goes down, your on your own.......... |
Additional Notes:
Wish I cold have posted a picture of Snowball in the tree.......what a sight........he now rests on the back porch, tired but safe........
This Poem was Critiqued By: Latorial D. Faison On Date: 2005-07-06 22:17:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.92857
Claire this was a rather cute poem and quite interesting. You personify two creatures in what is/could be normal routine for them and give us readers a glimpse of what must be going on in their minds. Very interesting.
I like how you write from the cat's point of view, and I think it's clever when you say "man of the house." This poem is also rather intrigquing because you never know what is going to happen.
The black mesh bag and being suddenly in the truck next to the dog led me to believe that perhaps the owner was going to turn them loose/give them away on an old country road or was delivering them to someone's home. I never imgained they'd be taking a trip to the vet.
Great poem.
Latorial
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