The Most Natural One Of Us (In The House) 2012
28 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in 2012, cat book Tags: all about cats, cats, nature
The Most Natural One of Us (In The House)
The most natural one of us
In the house
Is Albert Cat.
When lengthened days of May
Manipulate his melatonic ways
And night sings
“Come to me my melatonic baby”,
He succumbs,
Coming through his door
At four,
(that’s right, that’s 4a.m. at night)
For Cat’s Delite,
At which a.m.
He joins Ms Corwin in
The bed.
No
Get-up-go-
to-work ethos,
No
Three-meals-cut-out-mouse-
snacks club,
No member of the ‘idle hands
Make-devil’s-work society,
He follows days circadiant,
His nature conflict-free. At ease.
He spends no years in therapy
Spending his money or monies.
Nah, the most nah-tural of us
In this or any house
Is he.
The Most Natural One of Us 5.21.2012
Cat Book;
Arlene Corwin
Do You Know You’re Three Today? 2012
06 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in 2012, birthday book, cat book Tags: Albert Cat, birthdays, cat's birthday
Do You Know That You’re Three Today?
Do you know that you’re three today?
Three and free, you have inhabited
Planet Earth just twelve times three.
Not much really.
Eyes that look at us are yellow or
They’re black, depending
On your mood. You’ve grown.
You know a lot,
Developed fears, developed confidence
And habits, signals,
Even sound that sounds like words
Which we’ve begun to grasp.
You’re changing everyday.
And still we worry-
Are we doing what we ought to do?
What’s right for you?
You’re handsome, graceful, smart.
You give so much without a forethought
Or an effort.
Just to watch you makes us cry.
Happy Birthday Albert –
Even though
You’ve no
idea it is.
Do You Know You’re Three Today? 5.6.2012
Cat Book: Birthday Book;
Arlene Corwin
This Is The Now 2012
20 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
in 2012, cat book, circling round nature Tags: cats, nature, nature's ways, now, present moment
This Is The Now
This is the now –
Not less worthy than
The other now when
I was writing verse a now ago.
Albert standing on a branch
Poking paw into its pine-ey needles,
Hunting something I can’t see.
Does he hear something?
It’s inaudible to me.
Pine branch lying on the lawn.
How can Albert find so many holes to claw?
Endless variations on a theme,
His every motion synchronized.
AH! I see! The schemer!
It’s a mouse.
Fifteen minutes later:
He’s still at it.
In my anti- nature-has-its-ways-
I’ve piled more branches on the first.
Instinct-Albert isn’t peeved. He doesn’t curse.
He vaults the mini-Everest.
Front, back, aha, he’s got the drift,
Trying (not-too-hard) to lift
a branch.
Believe you me, they’re heavy.
Albert is relentless, ready, tail swishing.
Poor, poor mouse, I wish
That I could make it so you lived to see
Another day!
(Albert, why
are you not tired out
or losing focus?)
Systematic, specialized par excellence
This game of cat and-nows.
This Is The Now 3.26.2012
Circling Round Nature; Cat Book;
Arlene Corwin
Silent Partner 2011
19 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
Silent Partner
We sit outside,
A warm November,
He, on upturned flowerpot,
I, on bench beside.
He sniffs the air, and I
Attempt
To imitate;
His ultra-sensitivity
Can smell the world –
The universe,
While I with zinc deficiency
Curse nostril x.
I aim my nose, as he does.
Nope, it doesn’t help.
Stretching upwards on the wall,
Clawing, sharpening,
His spine a spring,
The face and tongue express -
A nothing.
Focusing, mouth falling open,
Tongue a sliver
I’m the object of his life.
Silent partner suddenly
And always.
Silent Partner 11.12.2011
Cat Book;
Arlene Corwin
My Killing Machine 2011
17 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
My Killing Machine
He talks to them before he pounces.
If they fly away before his chance
Is realized, he sits,
It seems to me,
Reflectively conjecturing
Why all around him leave him,
Why he loses friends
Who will not passively obey his ends.
Is he autistic?
Not have feelings other than
A fascination
With all moving things
With flying wings, and tails and fur
And slitherings.
I’ve given up my horror, tears and anger.
It’s the way of things (a poor cliché)
But there it is!
The house has not one mouse.
What’s justice?
My Killing Machine 10.16.2011
Cat Book;
Arlene Corwin
Catnap Time 2011
11 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2011, cat book, coffee book
Catnap Time
Cup of coffee. Mind alert.
Have turt-
le doved
My way through lunch
With Kent. And now,
An hour later
In a chair, I bow
To catnap time.
(In fact, the cat is napping
Atop Birdie’s cage*;
Incomprehensible, this marriage).
Outside, there is a bit of thunder,
Bit of rain,
A bit of covering up of sun.
Inside again,
Kent snoring on the sofa
(a bit – just like the distant thunder).
Windless, soundless
In and out the house,
Except for gentle scratchings
From this penciled place
On piece of paper,
Plus a tone inside my ear.
Post pause:
Sun’s shed its dark disguise,
Cat, bird and flies
Return
To life outside and in.
*Birdie is our Australian parakeet elegans .
Cat Nap Time 5.11.2011
Coffee Book; Cat Book;
Arlene Corwin
Any Life Is Better Than No Life At All 2010
09 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, birth death & in between, cat book
Any Life Is Better Than No Life At All
K. has brought the cages out;
Breezy, balmy,
Summer-stormy.
How they love it: Birdie, Toby -
In all winter. But
There’s also Albert Cat,
Striped, cheeky,
Trying to gain entry,
Paws compressed
Between the bars, he squirms,
Wormier than worms.
Birdie – beaky,
Toby – blind, born lame,
His crippled self,
Intuitively shifting shelf.
Resigned, bored or confounded
Albert drops his cause,
Takes a pause,
(Oh no, he’s back, the rascal, Planning, steady…
But then, I am also ready,
All of us congenial.
©Any Life Is Better Than No Life… 7.11.2010 Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book;; Arlene Corwin
What You Don’t See 2010
07 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in birth death & in between, cat book, circling round nature
What You Don’t See
I never saw the fox
That ate the cat
That showed up last November,
Staying until a December
That was worse than
We around remember;
Cat round-eyed
For which we set out victuals
‘Cause
It would not come inside.
I do not see the day-night Struggles
Between mice,
The birds
And Albert Cat
(the one we’ve gotten since that cat.)
Just feathers, ravaged corpses
Left on grass,
Alas.
I do not see the ghosts
Of beings past
That separate from small
Sweet bodies
Outside my thin walls
While I, who lie in bed
With piles of ladies’magazines to read
Think about the things that
Make us empty.
©What I Don’t See 7.19.2010 Birth, Death & In Between; Cat Book; Circling Round Nature; Arlene Corwin
When You Get A Kitten 2010
28 Apr 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, cat book, Uncategorized
When You Get A Kitten When you get a kitten Ten Weeks old, Red striped ball of fire, Skip the legs, the arms, the furniture, Wires bitten through – (Unusable: Three Telephones) Beheaded flowers. Splashing, soaking, bathing – yes! Bathroom, kitchen, sink – They’re his! (He doesn’t even shake his paws) Intrusions on the toilet, He is family Already. Nothing Is taboo or ever will be.
© When You Get A Kitten 7.5.2009 Cat Book; Arlene Corwin
