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Ingrate

by Roger Crique (Age: 60)
copyright 06-08-2005


Age Rating: 13 +

Like the feline that ignores the hand that feeds it,
you closed your eyes when I fed you.
Were you aware of my presence?
You lapped until you filled.
Then you broke my heart.

I left the door ajar,
To see if you’d return.
But time passed; your memory failed you.
Like a drop of water in the wilderness, you dissipated.

I pray that you are well with your new owner
Look at his face when he nourishes you.
Raise your eyes for once;
do not gouge his eyes out.

My couch longs for your softness.
My lap misses your slumber.
But I did not cut your nails
and you sliced my heart in two.

While I slept, you leaped into someone else’s territory. You headed into the night.
Your bowl is empty now.
My soul will certainly mourn your death.






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        10-13-2005     Regina Pate        

I'll purr in your lap, and I have been declawed lol

        09-08-2005     Regina Pate        

The worst thing you could do to them is to forgive them.

        06-14-2005     Jean George        

I like this poem very much. You have captured essence of an ungrateful soul, be it feline or human. This poem has really great imagery with staying power. The empty spots left behind are very telling. This 'cat' didn't recognize a good thing when she had it.

        06-08-2005     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

You know that loved and lost thing...sometimes it doesn't bring much comfort. This was a very nice poem, Anthony

        06-08-2005     Debra Rose        

This is a very wonderful poem...

I love the tone to it, the hints it gives of something deeper...the type of relationship it shows, and the hints it shows of you.

I think the only thing that could be fixed is to make the first line of the last verse two lines. It would flow much better

        06-08-2005     David Pekrul        

Somehow I get the feeling this is not talking about a cat. You use very picturesque language, telling a great story, but keeping the mystery.



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