As mentioned in my recent poetry post, I’ve never especially been into poetry, but had to do some for a Creative Writing class in 2003/2004. I recently came across some of the poems I wrote as part of the class and though I’d share them here with you as the last couple have been quite popular. Strangely enough, I also had a dream the other day that my deceased cat (Bustopher Jones aka Busty Boo Boo Face) was still alive and his dying wish was to visit France. So I spent the whole dream trying to smuggle a sick cat over international borders, it was stressful but at least he died happy!
Once asked: Why believe in reincarnation.
Answered simply –
After all the work,
Toil, pain and bustle,
The ultimate reward would be –
A cat’s life next
Vexed by this one
It’s all I can hope that awaits me.
Life as a cat would be far from this,
Hiss? I never would, and why?
To laze all day, no work, no school,
Brawl? There would be no need.
As a cat no need to sigh.
I could bathe in the summer sunlight,
Fight? Poppycock, on no account,
As a cat no need to try.
Lie around and lick my tail,
Wail? No reason at all,
As a cat no need to cry.
My only fear – those speeding cars,
Mars as it might an otherwise perfect life.
As a cat a fear to die.
But still to live somewhere,
An owner’s kind hand to feed
Need? For nothing
As a cat.
Though I may find, one day off,
The love has gone – I’m old,
Vented the house would need to be.
Until the time that I must fly.
All I can hope that such a life awaits,
Gates? I want none,
No kennel or leash,
Let me live again
As a cat in peace.