Cat is such a scratchy word onomatopoeic as quill on parchment - and quite literal too. Cat's a contrary mix. Velveteen paws with claws withdrawn or sword drawn at dawn to catch-and-cull the early birds Cat sleeps in soft pile carpets of feelable, fun fur. Cat hisses and howls; cheek by jowl when love comes caterwauling Cat walks alone. All places are alike to cat - just so, says Kipling* and being most catholic in abodes can cat-nap, lapped in a hovel before a small, neat fire or curled in cathedral pews one spyglass eye on church mice congregants their hymn book suppers shared with worm Cat can't be categorized; and purrs don't make a person - so I never baggage cat with personality Cat is companion to me though!
*Rudyard Kipling – “The cat that walked by himself” in the Just So stories
For her Poetics prompt, ‘quality poems’/Kim invites us to write in the style of Les Murray’s ‘Sprawl’ list of personal definitions
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