The Old Cat

~ Candace

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Make some room
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The Old Cat

The old cat has no room he calls his own,
he claims a spot til it’s no longer new.
He wanders round this space seeking a throne,

a sunny nook to warm his weary bones –
a padded window seat will surely do
The old cat has no room he calls his own.

Somedays a mournful yeowl he does intone,
when favorite blankets have been left askew.
He wanders round this space seeking a throne,

preferring quietness, to be alone
to ponder catching flies and mice and shrews.
The old cat has no room he calls his own –

he owns it all, each board and stepping stone.
His humble servants also know it’s true.
He wanders round this space seeking a throne,

a cardboard box that he can get into
and fall asleep, curled up and unbeknown.
The old cat has no room he calls his own,
he wanders round the space seeking a throne.

Published by Candace

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18 thoughts on “The Old Cat”

  8. I love cats old and young and I love this poem, Candy! You’ve captured the essence of a cat, the way ‘he claims a spot til it’s no longer new’ and ‘a sunny nook to warm his weary bones’. I especially enjoyed the repetition of ‘The old cat has no room he calls his own’. Your poem reminded me of T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats.

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  9. Bravo! the Villanelle works well with its repetitions of the old cat making his way through the rooms
    “he owns it all, each board and stepping stone” – a brilliant line!!
    thank you for joining in with the prompt

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