Emily Dickinson’s Cat

She sights a Bird – she chuckles –

She flattens – then she crawls –

She runs without the look of feet –

Her eyes increase to Balls –

Her Jaws stir – twitching – hungry –

Her Teeth can hardly stand –

She leaps, but Robin leaped the first –

Ah, Pussy, of the Sand –

The Hopes so juicy ripening –

You almost bathed your Tongue –

When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes –

And fled with every one –

        ~ Emily Dickinson

Ernest & William, who would love to run without the look of feet


A fellow blogger introduced me to this poem. I would link to her blog but haven’t been able to find the post again. When I do, I’ll share.

11 thoughts on “Emily Dickinson’s Cat

    1. I know what you mean. My two guy cats have the same talent. Although they prefer watching while their feet push things off desks and tables.

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