He wore a cat on his head.
Not a hat, but a cat—
a black cat
perched nonchalantly, uncaring, stoic
except for the slight swaying of its tale.
He wore a cat on his head.
Engaged in conversation
with the woman walking beside him,
both aware yet unperturbed
by the gawking passersby’s.
He wore a cat on his head.
Why? I do not know.
Perhaps it was a dare
or a film shoot
or a sorcerer’s evil spell.
He wore a cat on his head
strolling down Broadway
8pm on a Friday night.
Halloween had passed months ago.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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I wear a cat on my head to maintain my anonymity.
: )
i think i know the cat!
http://www.mccavity.com/ she has her own webpage even!
Great poem, i loved it:) do read what McCavity is about ;)
N
Hmmm.... after checking out T.S. Eliot's poem, which oddly enough I've never read before, I'm inspired to delve deeper into who the mystery cat is indeed.
Thanks Nothingman for the reference!
By the way, the black cat was inspired by a real life situation... something I actually saw a few weeks ago!
the cat made a head imagery is great...but i seem to have read this somewhere....was it on your webpage only??!!?? HAve you republished this poem...
I believe I have seen the photo of which you speak. I often wear an orange cat about my shoulders (the one in header for my blog). Nover on my head though as the bugger likes to use his claws.
Shikha, I only wrote the poem a few weeks ago based on a real experience I saw. I was on my way to work when suddenly I took a double-take because the guy approaching me was literally wearing a cat on his head.
I think the rhythm of the poem is Dr. Seuss- like, The Cat in the Hat, hence the familiarity. Other than that it's purely original, but if you see something like it, please let me know...
This very much reminds me of my daily trek through the darkness of the morning in city streets transferring from one mode of transportation to the other...where the 'acceptable' and 'reasonable' is skewed according to those present at that particular time.
-And it seems to always constantly fade and shift, like bending light in a prism. :)
Sure dear I will.....and the poem is really nice:)
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