Feeling Thankful for cats.


How does he know—that precious cat who shares my home and life?

Is my anxiety tangible?

Does my grief give off a scent—

dead roses and cyanide?

Or is it something more tangible?

Shivers on the nerve endings?

A disturbance in the Force?

Does my rage exude heat

that my cat can feel

on his fur as he passes?

Why does he care—

that aloof beast descended from gods?

But as he sits,

facing away,

just out of my reach,

I sense beyond all doubt

he loves me.


About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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10 Responses to POEM: THE BOND

  1. Brian says:

    Yes, they do sense a disturbance in the force.

  2. Julie says:

    Love this! Happy Thanksgiving

  3. onejewel says:

    Love this! Happy Thanksgiving

  4. A delightful poem, filled with truths that go beyond just our fancy.

  5. This poem is beautiful! I hope you and your kitties had a very happy Thanksgiving!

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