OLD MAU, a Cat Poem for National Poetry Month




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



About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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7 Responses to OLD MAU, a Cat Poem for National Poetry Month

  1. Brian says:

    We love King Mau!

  2. chrisscatmeow says:

    Brilliant such a pleasure to read.

    • Mollie Hunt says:

      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.

  3. chrisscatmeow says:

    Reblogged this on spike the scottish black cat. and commented:
    Love This Poem.

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