Poem no.8: Moto

I rescue cats – and I have many. Of all the moggies who’ve made it to my farm, Moto is the only cat I’ve never managed to tame. This poem describes our relationship *sigh*

She hates me so, this little cat;
Perfectly pawed, she sits and stares
Watching me closely should I move,
She’s ready to race to the nearby hedge.

Perfectly pawed, she sits and stares;
Complete disdain for all I am.
She’s ready to race to the nearby hedge,
Leaving my offers of food and love.

Complete disdain for all I am?
I’ve offered her nothing but shelter and more!
Leaving my offers of food and love,
She glares at me flatly, then flicks her tail.

I’ve offered her nothing but shelter and more!
Her trust has been broken – that is clear.
She glares at me flatly, then flicks her tail
And in a whisper of leaves, she is gone.

Her trust has been broken – that is clear.
It’s too late for me to make amends;
And in a whisper of leaves, she is gone
While I am left sitting – waiting here.

(c) Anne McMaster 2016

4 thoughts on “Poem no.8: Moto

    1. Spoken as a true cat person! Thank you so much for your feedback! She really drives me to despair: she’ll sit close by me when I work outdoors, will even lie down a few feet from my bench in the garden when I’m sitting there, but she won’t let me touch her! I’m determined, though: I’ll win her over!

    1. Thank you so much for your feedback! Yes, I have no idea what she went through before she suddenly arrived at the farm (with two of her sisters) but she’s an awkward and determined wee soul! She follows me around wherever I go and I’m patient enough to see if I can win her round…eventually!

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