Lots of lovely cat poems thank you. Sorry couldn’t post them all! I loved the detail in your poems and the way the cats have come alive with your choice of words. These poems are all different but great to read. Congratulations if I picked your poem to post.
I like to share books around rather than say I am picking winners of my challenges! I love all the poems I post but this time I am sending the cat book to Imogen.
My cat is scared of everything
My cat is scared of everything
When Dad puts the chainsaw on outside
She runs back indoors like a maniac
Her tail in knots, her paddy paws thumping like a thunderbird
My sister calls her “scatty catty”
My cat is scared of everything
When someone creaks opens the pantry
She scampers up into her cat tower
Her eyes like an owl, her whiskers in a twist
My mum calls her “chicken kitten”
When she sees a scary part in my How to Train Your Dragon dvd
She leaps high in the air
Her fur sticking out like a puffer fish, her tummy vibrating like a wobbly jelly
My dad calls her “wussy pussy”
My cat is scared of everything
When it is really stormy outside
She snuggles right up to my pillow
And she purrs me to sleep like someone telling a bedtime rhyme
I call her “my hot water bottle”
Daniel Age 6, Year 2, Adventure School
Unwanted
Blood red whiskers,
eyes like bubbles,
his ginger fur
skims past lamp posts
Silence falls until…
CLAWS,
you’re in trouble!
Poppie-Belle Year 6 10 years old Fendalton Open Air School
Gemma Age 9 Year 5, Adventure School
My Cat Crystal
Mattered fur, swishing tail
Goggly eyes, staring at the door
Dancing at the door, meowing endlessly for food,
Every morning & night
Sound asleep in the front yard snoozing
Running because she doesn’t want to be held!
Imogen R, Age 9, Year 5, Kenakena School
Cat
Prowling,
fluoro green eyes,
in the dark of night,
ink black,
tail swishing,
silence,
slinking,
claws swiping,
danger.
Natalie Age: 10 Year: 6 Fendalton Open-Air School
A flash of white in the middle of the night
A flash of white in the middle of the night,
The clouds, the sun, the moon, the sea, is my little Artie.
He is the sun, he is the moon and he is the one, the single sun,
But most of all, he is my Artie.
My cat is like
My cat is like a phoenix, he rises majestically, to the skies he will rise.
My cat is as ginger as cinnamon, ground in the pot.
My cat is like Queen Nefertiti with his beautiful green-eyed stare.
My cat is like a ballerina as he leaps through the air.
both poems by Imogen 7 years old Year 3 Homeschooled
The Story of Cali
On a wild wet track
Walked past the flax
Mew
A strange
Cry
Followed the sound
And finally found
Cold
Wet
Abandoned
Wrapped in a towel
With a tiny meow
Hungry
Thin
Frightened
Fed the cat
Brushed out the matts
Warm
Befriended
Purring
Found a new home
Never alone
Named
Brushed
Stroked
Now the Queen of laps
Can just relax
Happy
Fat
Loved.
Daniel Age 6, Year 2, Adventure School (This cat turned up lost at Daniel’s place and now his Nan has it! Wonderful. We ended up with a lost cat too that nobody wanted.)