"ODE TO OUR CATS"
We have fed our kittens
on the mother’s milk of love
from their tiniest, new-found beings
to their bigger days of adventure
and life-lust
now they stalk the trees, the rooftops, the foliage,
the green lush living grasses
and the bright flowers
in their search to snatch and play some prey
(so cool; so cruel)
they come stealthily to our laps and to our beds and to our backs
purring at our pillows as we sleep, slumber, rest
their soft breathing scented with curiosity
to turn us over to face and feel their presence
their nature
their feline fixations
to awaken our senses to their hunger, their thirst, their playfulness
their want for the mother’s milk of love
they have grown to cats
with nine loves
and more
than we could ever know
they do not leave us untouched
Poet: Mario d'Offizi
Cape Town, South Africa