Valentine From the Cat

Say not that cats can feel no real emotion
Toward feline fans to whom the beasts belong.
They sprawl upon the keyboard in devotion,
Their purring is a warbled loving song.

Send me thy lovelorn lyrics if thou must;
A sheaf of scented roses speaks well of thee,
A splendid box of chocolates proves thy lust.
But I know that my darling kitties love me

Whene’er I find abandoned at the doorstep
Some furry rodents’ severed paws and tails,
When at the rosy dawn I on the floor step
Right onto soft, warm, seeping, wet entrails,

When one cat leaves a heart upon the bed
Along with something’s bloody little head

©2005 F.J. Bergmann

"Valentine From the Cat" appeared in the WFOP Museletter, Spring 2005 and on

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