The world is a cat.
It knocks things over
that should be left standing.
It turns on you with tooth and claw
even when you are affectionate
towards it.
It draws blood,
pounces with unbridled savagery
on the weak and defenceless.
It has no shame, remorse.
When have you seen it
hang its head?
Yet, the world can surprise you
with sudden turns of affection
as it rubs against you
and purrs.
- pic courtesy of pinterest
John Malone 
No poem has ever been as truthful! Best poem yet my friend!!
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thanks, LaShelle. I’m glad I got it right, based on close observation over many years 🙂
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Nice poem.
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thanks; now, in the interests of inclusiveness, I should write a dog poem 🙂
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A fine feline poem, John.
If I ever get another cat 🐱
I shall name it Ying Yang ☯️
… so I never forget
to keep a wary eye out 👁️
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Lol; a fine name for a cat, David; glad you enjoyed my little poem 🙂
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A post worth scratching, John 😎
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Lol; I’ll pay that one, David; you’re in top form 🙂
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😎👍 I’ve been hiding out on
the Coral Coast🌴 just north of
Cairns, recharging my batteries.
The Misses insisted I give the
social media a miss, including
WordPress, but who ever listens?
(actually, I do so I don’t reap the
marital whirlwind 🌪️😎).
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I was wondering why we never heard from you for some time; welcome back to the wild, wacky and wonderful world of WordPress 🙂
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Thanks John 🙏
( … just don’t tell the wife 🤫)
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mum’s the word, David 🙂
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Love this and perfect pic to go with it!
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thank you, Beth 🙂
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Perfect!
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high praise indeed for such a modest poem; thanks, Worms 🙂
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I just really liked the whole metaphor! It qorked perfectly. And showed a great knowledge of cats. 😆
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yes, the poem got off to a good start: the cat had just knocked over the vase of flowers spilling water all over the table and the magazines resting on it — and there I had my metaphor. Interestingly I am not a lover of cats — I prefer dogs — but I’ve observed them closely: they fascinate me —
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You’ve brilliantly captured the true essence of this world. Feline in every way. I’ll never forget this perspective. Awesome writing, John. 🙂
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cat poems are a dime a dozen so you have to make sure yours stands out; thanks Terveen 🙂
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Haha! Perfect!!
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you’re the fourth reader who’s told me this, Bob so I suppose it could be so; I’m going to have to have another read 🙂 thanks
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Warm ending😃
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thank you; I think it is important, if you’re running a happy blog, to have a good-feel ending 🙂
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What a great metaphor. Top score!
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thanks, Ulle; good to hear from you; and yes, it is a great metaphor —
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Truth. A cat’s behaviour is unique amongst animals. I never liked them as a child, but I find myself drawn to them more and more as an adult.
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so do I, Eden, but I find it hard to warm to them —
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