Distant Angel

[Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47]

She spoke to me, quite frequently at times,
in language I tried hard to understand;
though unsuccessfully (no fault of mine-
our frequencies were tuned to different bands.)

In culinary matters it was clear
she really didn't need more than a bite-
some water with a dish of food set near,
sufficient for her feline appetite.

She'd lost her sister this October past
and shortly afterwards began to fail.
I loved her so and prayed that she would last,
but God knew best in spite of our travail.

Now little Angel lives with us no more-
but sorrow has befriended every pore.

[MichaelFirewalker]

tenderness, like no other, you are tenderness personified----and the images describing her sit her up, purring for us, on this page...

both meter and rhyme read perfectly, and add to one's softly sad pleasure in the piece...

the last line struck me forcefully----you took the sorrow of losing her, and anointed it with her friendship, which then suffused your whole being, and came singing outward from your every pore!----my Godde, Jon, that is beautiful!!----wisdom of that depth AND clarity is sooo rarely uttered...more tears...

michael

[mfwilkie]

So sorry you lost both of them, jon.

You've created quite a lovely sonnet in their memory.

Mags

[Ron Wallace (Scotshawk)]

I'm a cat guy too, Jon. They become family, and your sonnet attests to the powerful feelings for the feline friend. "unsuccessfully" possibly {unsuccessful} if it's not a screw up to the meter. Very moving work, Jon. Ron

[LynnDoiron]

Lovely, jon. very.

[alfredo]

Sounds as if you need cheering up, here goes:-

My names Catalina,
ever since I could remember
I was a cat who wanted to act.
I truly am, an ambitious kitty;
determined to claw my way...

But then I met Doug.
Though a canine cop,
theatre was in his blood.
He described himself as a wise wolf;
a sorta long toothed sleuth.

I sounded out his hound sound,
but he was a stuttering mutt.
He had no biz in show biz.
However, dogged persistence
got him through.

Then
he got offered a part in
The Pied Piper of Hamlin
as a German vermin.
That’ll give him sumin’ to chew on,
I thought.

He got me in too
but the idea of playing cat
to a mouse in a full house!
Ok throw in the towel,
he said, with a growl

But though bone idle
success came my way.
Out to dinners with sinners;
a Big Mac fat cat.
A cat in a cadilac
But I was a cat
who got caught catcain sniffin’.
Dogged detective work
caught me out.


Chinese Proverb: For all Fat Cats: Impossible to eat with tongue in cheek!

[antman]

I loved the first stanza Jon.
This is a wonderful tribute/elegy and
the rhyme and rhythm is smooth too.
I enjoy your ability to write and present
a good poem for the reader.
Pet lovers can certainly relate to this one.

peace,
anthony

[Nan]

Oh Jon, I could not resist commenting on this one. I am so sorry for your losses -- both cats. How sad! Based upon your well-written poem, you were tuned on the same frequencies band (by the way, I love that line, among others). Very nicely written.