Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

Meow Music

 

Meow music, unlike other sound-based behaviors, might be magical.

Those trills, purrs, as well as chatters, compose circles of expression,

Of notable realms of countenance generally unwitnessed in creatures.

 

Establishing dominance, finding mates, the same, interacting beside

Human or sundry critters, somewhat provides impetus to pronounce

Rodentless hours as mere fluff and nonsense (kibble counts, as well.)

 

Intense emotions, on balance, expressly ascending tones plus brief,

“Friendly” greetings convey excitement toward us whose demeanor

Seems senseless to fur-covered faces, bellies, paws, legs, tails, ears.

 

Conversely, high pitched noises, spurred by threats every so often

Cause audio calamities the type of which don’t shatter glass while

Bringing cacophony to living rooms, kitchens, bedsteads, planters.

 

Moreso, communicating telepathically highlights the fundamental

Beauty of short or long-haired moggies together with intelligence

Of mousers, their kittens, their queens, in consort with their toms.

 

Such entities needn’t hiss, spit, yowl, snarl, growl, elsewise work

Penetrating rumpuses announcing such bearing midway through

Goings-on that spoil, worry, unsettle; nocturnal melodies suffice.

 

 

 

 

 

Again, under the Sofa

 

Fitting half of a cat trunk under the front skirt doesn’t always equal

Toy retrieval. Instead, all manner of stuffed mice, squeaky wedges,

Also, unidentified insects, remain beneath that dirt-hiding drapery.

 

At least once a day, our moggie pushes favorite collections of soft

Doohickies below our cushions. Stretching paws & then nails, she

Thrusts beloved figures where human hands plus arms can’t reach.

 

Thereafter, she cries in uncanny tones, all the while supposing that

Our due is freeing whatever playthings get shoved to dust bunnies.

Cat “logic” never tries to reassure companions of benevolent ends.

 

 

 

 

 

Radical Amazement

 

In my heart’s tiffin box, I portion out cucamelon grown from tears,

Exigent dollops of financial angst, plus handfuls of faith that all

Will be well.

 

To my radical amazement, my feelings’ perigee remains pure of

Worldly shadows. Linguistic subgenres, my sentiments slipped

Silently away.

 

All in all, the blatant misdirection offered by the news means

Little to the likes of me or my comrades suffering devotion

To truth.

 

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