OZYMANDIAS
A grey cat sits in a doorway,
sphinx-like, disdainful, elegant,
in velvet-textured light
that warms him like a throne.
He fascinates me.
I name him
Ozymandias, Cat of Cats.
To him, I am irrelevant:
neither food-source, threat nor prey.
Nine cat-lives in a ninth of mine,
his gaze dismisses me:
deems me invisible.
You will stare
till you turn to stone
or shatter like glass,
Cat of Cats,
Ozymandias.
A grey cat sits in a doorway,
sphinx-like, disdainful, elegant,
in velvet-textured light
that warms him like a throne.
He fascinates me.
I name him
Ozymandias, Cat of Cats.
To him, I am irrelevant:
neither food-source, threat nor prey.
Nine cat-lives in a ninth of mine,
his gaze dismisses me:
deems me invisible.
You will stare
till you turn to stone
or shatter like glass,
Cat of Cats,
Ozymandias.
First posted 1/10/2014
I have 2 3/4 cats, one being an amputee, you have captured their majesty extremely well, thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteHey John. As an animal-lover I'd suggest that a cat on with three legs probably beats most humans on two!
ReplyDeleteWe had six feral cats that adopted us, sadly all departed now, I certainly agree with Johns comment
ReplyDeleteThanks, Julian.
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