Twitching Paws

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

Cats walk on paws made up of velvet, silk

And fur’s mink touch.  The velvet and the mink

Mean violence since lions and their ilk

Walk also on such paws.  All cats use slink

In vows of vehemence to please their God.

The violence is silence and the throats

They seize bring silence.  Antelopes are awed

By lack of a divinity with notes

Of antelope archangels to protect

The prey.  Striped tigers, cats, the mink-furred ones,

Go forward with their slaughter, never checked

By heaven, never mind white hunters’ guns.

  The curly Tomcat sleeps upon my bed

     With dreams of hooved impalas in his head.