The wild little furball attacks repeatedly,
Pounces, claws pressing dangerously on my veins;
Then looks up innocently and purrs.
So cute and innocent for such a little monster.
Natures highly efficient killing machine,
All muscles, claws, teeth, quick instinct.
Who could love such a beast?
Only another super-efficient killer: humankind.
The things that come into my head,
As I hold my sweet furry baby kitty cat,
And lick the blood from my punctured hand.
Author notes
Played with a friend's kitten tonight, and have the little holes in my hand to show for it.
A contest entry
- C...is for Cat. by DogFish.
600 points, ended January 18, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i am convinced that the little ones have the sharpest claws - much like the idea that baby rattlesnakes have more potent poison than the adults – no one expects the babies to be so dangerous, but ask the parent of a newborn who has just contracted diarrhea and they’ll let you know just how dangerous infants can be. good luck in the contest,
blessings and best wishes, astralshepherd
~r.
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Life during wartime!
I'm not sure if this is a poem or a very short,witty essay. Having said that, I'm reminded of what I read at "Oldpoetry" about Carl Sandburg's "Chicago"; 80-some years ago when he wrote it nobody was sure if it was really a poem or not! Today it's a a cornerstone of American poetry and a touchstone of Modern poetry. So I guess I,ll have to ere on the side of "poem" here for "Punctured Hand".
You did a fine job of lining up all the contredictions and incongruencies that are "a kitten" and deftly turning them into a metaphore for all the contredictions and incongruencies that are "us". You wrote a warm and endearing piece with just the barb of a kitten's claw!
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I like it! I love cats a lot.
My favorite line was
So cute and innocent for such a little monster!
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