Please enjoy this cute haiku I wrote about my three-month-old kitten, Poe.
they call him spooky
but they’ve not seen him with his
leg behind his head
I press my hand to
black fur soft as
a newborn’s blanket.
I can feel his heart beating
beneath my fingertips,
and though he looks lifeless,
his chest rises and falls
as he inhales,
Though there is pain in his eyes,
and though he is confused
I also see love and trust
shining in those green depths,
and I’m stricken by the breadth
I feel for this four-legged angel.
Through the tears, I smile
and remember the first day I saw him,
so small and scared and lost.
And I have to laugh
because I never stood a chance;
I didn’t choose him,
he chose me.
I was his before I could ask
“Can we keep him?”
I was 17 years old when I came home from a walk with my friend and my mom told me she had found an orphaned, feral kitten in the garden. He was the cutest little thing, and so hungry and scared. We caught him and brought him inside — and that was it. He became mine. My angel. My Macbeth. ♥
Years ago now, Macbeth came down with a terrible urinary tract infection. He had crystals in his urine and was close to death. The vet was able to save him, though, and to this day, I can’t thank her enough for it. I wrote this poem in honor of that.
Today Macbeth is 14 years old and still my baby. He’s the best cat I’ve ever had and I love him to pieces.
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