Three Cats I Have Known
1
He had a voice with a bite
of Brooklyn, New York.
His name was Sancho, a sealpoint,
and he preferred shrimp to Dostoevsky.
He taught other cats how to dance
the cat-walk, teetering
On the edge of a 2 bedroom apartment.
He enjoyed arching for spring
On the tops of inside doors.
His last exit was in Philadelphia,
Not Brooklyn -- He loved life,
and drooled when muuzhed.
2
Ricky was orange and came from
a Philadelphia dock, where
Longshoremen unloaded fruit from
ships out of Chile. He slept
a lot, and sometimes pounced on
shadows and hallucinations.
Once he leapt from table to sink,
lost velocity, fell short
and long like a case of clementines
in the lower hold. Well, what
do you expect? He was a longshoreman,
not a ballet dancer.
3
Sam's early education was in
a parking lot, in Worcester,
Massachusetts. He was shattered
into numerous pieces like a jigsaw
puzzle when a car ran over him.
Fortunately, the doctor liked
puzzles and put Sam back together
into a black and white cat.
He (Sam) has an excellent sense of humor
when he's asleep: he laughs
loudest at lightbulb dreams and how many
mice it takes to change them.
4
Sometimes I dream of navigation: These
cats are with me on the bridge--
We spread canvas on the deck,
where we paint the ocean
on which we sail,
Peter Clement Davis
11 January 1997
Peterzen@aol.com
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