OLD MAU
The universe takes notice
when Old Mau
passes by.
Venerable at twenty-one,
even the strays
don’t come near him.
Scrappy Dan
goes the other way—
No scraps today.
Old Mau chases dogs
for sport,
sinking claws
into unsuspecting
poochie noses
too close to his fence,
too curious.
Old Mau
crosses the garden,
stalks the unkempt lawn:
the beetle,
the moth,
the mouse,
the mole.
Old Mau
blinks green eyes
at the sunshine;
King of the World.
Cat poem by Mollie Hunt, April 2018
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We love King Mau!
And he loves you!
Brilliant such a pleasure to read.
Thanks. Funny how memories just come back sometimes. Mau was our neighbors’ cat many years ago, but he made a huge impression. When I came across his picture the other day, the poem ensued.
Reblogged this on spike the scottish black cat. and commented:
Love This Poem.
Lovely poem
Thank you.