Phantoms
There are cats living in my bed
around my feet and in my head
they haunt me in the midnight hour
swirling darkly while I cower
the bedclothes offer no protection
from the warmth of their affection
as twelve white paws nimbly skip
lightly on my pillow slip
and settling on me in a heap
three ghostly felines softly sleep.
© Leanne Chapman
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Wow, what a beautiful an evocative poem! It reminds me of the times when I had a feline companion. How I love the purring furballs – alas, these days I have budgies (and love their feathery cuteness), and the twain do NOT mix!
Sibylle, I love that your enjoying these little poems
I used to have a cockatiel and a cat together with no problems but it does depend on the particular feline I guess!
It definitely does, and it depends on the birds as well – mine are very scared of just about anything, so I would never do it to them. I cuddle every cat I meet on the street though! <3