my history is ours


 

A SHORT HISTORY OF THE HOUSECAT

A short history of the housecat
would tell of lying on the sofa in the sun

which translated into “Cat”
would read:
pppaaaaaaaaaaaaa-uurrrrrrrrrrrrrr
pppaaaaaaaaaaaaa-uurrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

However…

our short history of the housecat
must also include
the tail being stepped upon

which translated into “Cat”
would read:
rrrryyeeeeeeeooooowwwwww!

Painful, yes.

But awakenings usually don’t happen softly.

© 2020, Michael R. Patton
40 New Fables

metaphorical giraffe


 

the text of the poem:

A TASTE OF GREEN SKY

As I struggled
up the tree trunk—
  seeking without knowing
  what I sought—

a giraffe lowered its neck
and let me ride
all the way
to the leaves at the top

so I could feed as it fed

on that green nectar:
the dark mineral of earth
combined with the lightness of sky—
I grew giddy and dizzy with delight
and surely would have fallen

if the giraffe had not bent back down.

My host then shook me free and moved on.

At the time, I thought: quite rude!

But now as I grapple
with these thorny branches
I thank the giraffe
for granting me that taste

so that I might realize
what I truly sought
then fight my way upward—
accepting the cost.

© 2020, Michael R. Patton
sky rope poetry blog