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
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”
Lovely. The joy of a cat at play.
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Love Emily Dickinson and this poem and cats.
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I love Emily! I own her complete works, but haven’t read every single poem. Missed this one completely! Thanks for putting it here.
You’re welcome. I missed this one, too, and was pleased to find it. Emily has a way with words.
Love Dickinson and love kitties. 🙂
This poem gets a little cryptic at the end, IMO.
Me, too. I agree about the end. Dickinson doesn’t make things easy.
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I have three indoor kitties and must say that they mess the place up when not watching their feet.
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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what a poem,… I like this..
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