Sunday, July 29, 2018

Poetry Sunday: My Cats by Charles Bukowski

I had a request to feature poetry by Charles Bukowski here, so I looked around for an appropriate poem and the first one I landed on was "My Cats." Well, obviously, it was meant to be! I looked no further.

My Cats

by Charles Bukowski

I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.

but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.

they complain but never
worry,
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can't
understand.

their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
without
hesitation or
remorse.

when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.

I study these
creatures.

they are my
teachers. 


Rudy, one of my cats, who teaches me.

6 comments:

  1. Ahhh! ;-)

    "...and they can sleep 20 hours
    a day
    without
    hesitation or
    remorse.

    Love that! I was probably a cat in another life. ;-)

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    1. I think I may have been as well. Perhaps that explains my lifelong affinity for cats.

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  2. We have so much to learn from cats if we accept their nature.

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    1. Acceptance is the only way; fighting their nature never works.

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  3. Cats over dogs every time in my opinion. I miss my cats. There are just too many coyotes where I live now and I refuse to keep a cat inside all the time. Loved the poem.

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