Welcome back, furriends and fellow literary loungers. Today we’re looking at a poem that had me leaping from the windowsill in startled delight. It’s wild. It’s fast. It’s messy. It’s “Cat Scat” by Eamon Grennan – and furriends, this one moves. From the title alone, you know this isn’t a quiet meditation on moonlight and…
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Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Catnip and Dogwood by Howard Moss
Greetings, furriends and poetic pals. Today’s poem is a short and sprightly piece by Howard Moss, titled “Catnip and Dogwood.” It’s a light-footed exploration of the differences between cats and dogs—with a few playful jabs tucked into its rhyme and rhythm. I knew from the first stanza this was going to be fun. I also knew…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on The Cat by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Greetings once again, furriends. Today we’re diving into a poem that doesn’t meow—it prowls. Quiet. Cool. Smooth as a tail flick and twice as sharp. I’m talking about “The Cat” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti—a poem that knows cats not as cute companions, but as quiet observers, agile acrobats, and masters of their own mystery. Let’s paw…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Beware of Kittens by Heinrich Heine
Hello again, furriends. Today we’re analyzing a poem that is short. Sharp. Deceptively cute. It’s basically a poem version of me as a kitten. “Beware of Kittens” by Heinrich Heine contains only three words—or so you might think. A Look at “Beware of Kittens” By Heinrich Heine Beware of kittens. That’s it. That’s the whole thing. No…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on She Sights a Bird by Emily Dickinson
Hello, furriends, my fellow feather-chasers and daydream dignitaries. Today’s poem is short, sharp, and startlingly accurate. Emily Dickinson may never have stalked a robin herself, but she clearly observed someone who had. In “She Sights a Bird,” she captures the art of the hunt—the thrill, the precision, the heartbreak—with feline fidelity. Let’s take a look at…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
Hello, furriends, my fellow moon-gazers and shadow-seekers. Today’s poem doesn’t just describe a cat—it becomes one. It slips through language the way we slip under doors, silent and sudden and gone before you can prove we were ever there. If you’ve ever wondered what it means to be felt but not fully seen, Rilke knew. Let’s look…
A Gentle Paws: Poetry for Chris Arsenault and His Cats
Hello, furriends. Normally, when I share poetry, it’s part of a thoughtful analysis or one of my signature haiku collections. But today, I want to do something different. A few days ago, we lost a true hero—Chris Arsenault, founder of Happy Cat Sanctuary. Chris gave his life trying to save the cats he loved, and…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on A Little Language by Robert Duncan
Hello, furriends, silent watchers and poetry whisperers. Today, I bring you a poem that isn’t so much read as it is felt—a piece that prowls the edges of language like a shadow at dusk. It’s called “A Little Language” by Robert Duncan, though there’s nothing little about the depth it reaches. Let’s explore the quiet magic…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Cat Poems by Kenneth Rexroth
Hello, furriends, curious creatures and poetic prodders. Today, I encountered a poem that’s short, sharp, and – how shall I say it – unapologetically suspicious of cats and the humans who adore us. Naturally, I had thoughts. Let’s take a look at this pointy little verse. A Look at “Cat” by Kenneth Rexroth There are…
Paws for Poetry: Refecting on Rum Tum Tugger by T.S. Eliot
Hello, furriends! Tyson here, your literary-loving feline with an eye for art and a tail for the dramatic. Today, I’m diving into the poetic world to celebrate one of the most famous cat poems, “The Rum Tum Tugger” by T.S. Eliot. And because no blog post of mine would be complete without a touch of…