“WHY AM I,          SUDDENLY-“THE-CAT-LADY?  Why?”

“WHY ME?” a poem, dedicated to “Cat Ladies” (and, also, “Bat Men”) around The World! 01/12/19 – Sat.*

After a-long, fruitful-life-of-many-years, &-oh-so-many – stops-‘n’-tears,
Suddenly! out-on my “porch,” (I didn’t-even place-a-torch!)
There-are – A-LOTTA-CATS-TO-SEE, And they are meowing-a-lot – for me,
And THIS! My question: “WHY AM I, SUDDENLY-“THE-CAT-LADY? Why?”

Being-a-“cat-lady”-to-me -really-doesn’t-have-much-appeal;
‘Cause they’re not SO-SOLO; they need more care!
And-I’m-a-CAREGIVER! I-like-white-fur-&-hair,
And POOCH-SMILES, and being-dependent-on-me,
So-I-can-kinda-control – THE-TINY-PET’S-DES-TINY!
Yet, here I AM – with CATS! – a-little-less-than-10,
And-one’s-in-The-House! The-rest-“hang”-on-The-Porch-and-when,
I open the door a bit – to let The House Cat out,
3-or-4-“go-for-the-inside!” I-don’t-know-what-that’s-about!

Anyway! So-I-contacted-a-psychic, who-channeled-BAST,
(The-Egyptian-Cat-Goddess) To-find-out-w[h]a[s]t,
The reason is that I have all these cats! And she explained – “That-that’s,
Just-what-happens – when The Universe sees,
THAT-YOU’RE-FEELING-LONELY! It-sends – kit-ties,
To present purr – fect examples, of being happy and aloof,
Of-being: self-sufficient-self-absorbed – and-to-give-any-person-PROOF,

(1) Dogs pretty much accept everything! Cats-want SOMETHING NEW!
(2) Plus! Dogs! are awfully loyal, and-will-protect you IF they can,
Kitty-cats just run away, when they-spot-an-approaching man!
(3) Dogs can be predictable! Cats are here and there;
A dog will lie – upon your grave; a cat don’t really care!

So! These, YOUR CATS, are lessons – for you to quite decide,
IF you want a partner-or-if-you’re-OK-with-run-and-hide,
And-you-know – whichever one you choose, it is BOTH GOOD-N-BAD;
Whichever one you wanna do, will-give both JOY – and-sad,
Occasions! – as you move along, The Continuum of Existence!”
Then, again, some folks wish – to-sit-upon-“The-Pet-Fence,”
And-be-a-little-DOG-a-little-CAT, with-a-couple-friends-(NOT-a-lot),
To sometimes be friendly, social and gay – and-sometimes-hide-in-the-cot! 🙂 -meow?

fin <3

* – rhymes with CAT!!


Going Home

Until tonight they were separate specialties,
different stories, the best of their own worst.
Riding my warm cabin home, I remember Betsy’s
laughter; she laughed as you did, Rose, at the first
story. Someday, I promised her, I’ll be someone
going somewhere and we plotted it in the humdrum
school for proper girls. The next April the plane
bucked me like a horse, my elevators turned
and fear blew down my throat, that last profane
gauge of a stomach coming up. And then returned
to land, as unlovely as any seasick sailor,
sincerely eighteen; my first story, my funny failure.
Maybe Rose, there is always another story,
better unsaid, grim or flat or predatory.
Half a mile down the lights of the in-between cities
turn up their eyes at me. And I remember Betsy’s
story, the April night of the civilian air crash
and her sudden name misspelled in the evening paper,
the interior of shock and the paper gone in the trash
ten years now. She used the return ticket I gave her.
This was the rude kill of her; two planes cracking
in mid-air over Washington, like blind birds.
And the picking up afterwards, the morticians tracking
bodies in the Potomac and piecing them like boards
to make a leg or a face. There is only her miniature
photograph left, too long now for fear to remember.
Special tonight because I made her into a story
that I grew to know and savor.
A reason to worry,
Rose, when you fix an old death like that,
and outliving the impact, to find you’ve pretended.
We bank over Boston. I am safe. I put on my hat.
I am almost someone going home. The story has ended.

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)

Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire
With secret sperm of subtle, free, creating Fire!
Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth
In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth!
Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaugther
Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water!
Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare
To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air!
Most, bridal bound, my quintessentil Form thus freeing
From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit Being.