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 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 Fog by Carl Sandburg
Hello again, furriends, my fellow seekers of feline wisdom, poetic fogbanks, and soft-footed truths. Today’s poem is short, quiet, and perfectly cat-shaped. It doesn’t demand your attention – it simply appears, settles in beside you, and waits for you to notice. In other words: it behaves exactly like me. Some days. Let’s take a look…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on The Tyger by William Blake
Hello, furriends! Today, I’ve got a real treat for your whiskers and your whisker-adjacent brains: a poem that’s as mysterious and majestic as a particularly well-lit sunbeam. Now, don’t let the spelling throw you off—“tyger” is just a fancy, old-timey way of saying “tiger,” and if you ask me, tigers are basically cats that took “go…