Ode To The Cat

Ode To The Cat ode

He lay asleep, a contemplative air,
On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun.
Seeming so beyond the reach of a care,
And I believed all his worldly duties done.

The world courtesies as it passes him by,
As it bustles along doing daily chores.
He raises an eyebrow and opens an eye,
An acknowledging nod amidst fitful snores.

There’s something about him that reminds me,
Of the vanilla smell of old story books,
And makes me want to write poetry,
Of dream like forest with magical nooks.

Of islands in oil paintings on blue seas,
Of idle noons and cozy rooms with birds outside,
Of journeying ants beneath ancient trees,
On days when the sky seemed so cheerful and wide.

Of rocking horses and tin tan soldiers,
And misty voyaging ships with lavender sails,
Upon still mythological waters.
To me you are the spirit of all bedtime tales.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Twenty Poems of Light and Longing: Rabbit HOLE calling

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Jay Krishnan

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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Anjana Dutt

This is such a refreshing change from the desolate poetry I’ve ben reading for a while…lovely light, tongue-in-cheek style!
just one question…did you want to say
The world COURTESIES as it passes him by,
The world CURTSIES as it passes him by?

sorry, but being an English major is a curse!!
But…love the poem all the same!



@thejk I have long been a fan of your poetry and i absolutely enjoy the childlike innocence in your verse, It’s been some time since you gave us something to read but do keep writing 🙂

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Great. There is some humor flowing subtly in your lines. That makes the poem lively to read, made musical by the rhyme.


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