Always in the chest-enhancing tight black ribbed sweater
Clinging to a narrowed waist
accentuate the flying "v"
That's the shape of cat burglary.
Straight legged pants that leave no pile
of pilling threads or fuzzy remnants
In pre-fingerprint era days
or decades-past European burglaries in posh resorts.
Old ladies stroke with languid fingers
and brush the shining mane of fur
in late afternoon
before going to the safe to don the evening's glitter
Distracted by a scratch in an adjoining suite.
What time is tea?
And is that handsome gentleman attending
as my ward so hopes he shall?
An down the hall, a strong black-clad leg reaches for purchase
straining, lifting a tad too high
to reveal - horrors!! - the bleached white tube sox and white deck shoes
catching light from all angles
shining like the moon.
No blackened boot with side zip
to cut a striking pose made for dashing
Ah, the eternal meld
the perfect cat
a bodgered burgle
with a black watch cap
the nerd that planned the perfect crime
shines through every time.
In a list
A contest entry
- Cat Burglar by maggiejamespoet.
450 points, ended October 21, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like it
I see we remember the same film....but I had forgotten it till your delightful poem woke my memory. I like the way the language rolls on to the philosophy of the finish. To be a 'nerd' and 'perfect' is quite an accomplishment.
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Yes, thanks, no one out-cat-burgles Cary, not even Clouseau's nemesis David Niven! Thank you so much for the compliments you gave this piece.
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Forgot the applause, I need that "cat" to find my memory!
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Great take on the prompt, especially the turn of the poem! Good luck in the contest!
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Thanks for the comments, and for hosting this imaginative contest!
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