Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Nine Lives

"Nine Lives, by Dan Adams

Our cat like to
sleep in a box
filled with photos
and documents --
memories of my
childhood.

Like the gangster
in the late
late movie --
my past is being ripped
and shredded --
destroyed forever.

Today
he ate the head of
Father Burns --
tore the left arm
off Sister Anthony --
my elementary school
principal.

Nice kitty.

4 comments:

Kass said...

Have you read Mary Oliver's poems about her dog, Percy? They're charming.

LimesNow said...

I'm a soft touch for anything to do with cats, and this was wonderful! I'd not read the poem before. Thank you, June.

Conda V. Douglas said...

Fun poem--and as the proud slave of a stomach-with-legs, I laughed out loud more than once!

June Calender said...

Yes, Kass, I know Mary Oliver's Percy poems. Just for those who read comments here -- another animal poem, this one by Ogden Nash:
The cow is of the bovine ilk.
One end is moon, the other milk.