Tit for Tat

 

Tit for Tat

 

 

 

One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before,

there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door.

I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s,

and I’d just laid back when I started to doze.

 

The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow,

a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go.

Despite my respite, the disquiet resound.

My rest, now disturbed – I had barely lain down.

 

Now, New Mexico’s warm, most the year round,

I’d left my door open, the screen door ajar.

The sound that was coming was near, not far.

Upon lifting my head, from askance I espied

Morris, my cat, trying to get inside.

 

“Morris!”  I cried, “Just open the door!”

 

Now, this was a smart cat, he’d opened before

the door with his claws, yet I still wasn’t sure

what his problem could be, what the racket was for.

 

I then pulled myself up to see what was wrong.

Lordy, oh Lordy!  That cat had a pigeon!

 

This poor huge white bird was thrashing about.

I donned on my glasses and gave out a shout:

 

 

“Morris! Damn you!  Let that bird go!”

 

He continued to wrestle, so I guess that meant “No.”

 

I then rallied forth to rescue the bird.

I un-tethered, un-fettered the bird when I heard

the hissing displeasure in the cat’s angry breath

for saving this bird from her close call with death.

 

A renewed shot at freedom, she took a line drive

twixt the two large limbs that forked like a five.

 

A vision then struck me

– what sudden irony! –

two symbols of love, an allegory!

 

This white bird flew through an old Olive tree!

A numinous feeling then followed on me.

 

Yet, Morris still mad, that I knew there would be

a vengeful solution would soon visit me.

 

We watched for a long time, I with my vision,

as into the West kept flying the pigeon.

Certain she was happy in getting away,

I thought she’d not stop ‘til way passed LA.

 

Tit for tat, this cat would strike back –

Later that night, in front of the fridge,

Morris laid down his avenging revenge.

 

 

Copyright 2012, Marvin Loyd Welborn

[revised 20March2013]

Comments

  1. smiles…glad you were able to free the pigeon… sad for the cat though…but one’s luck is another’s grief…right? we once had a neighbor cat and she would lay all the mice she caught on the steps of our front door…ugh…but was too late to safe them when i found ‘em in the morning…

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  2. Really enjoyed this! Cat owner, can you tell?!! Have a tortoiseshell Siamese, 9 years (the “queen”) and a stray we adopted last fall that had been hanging around our house for months, approx. 7 years old, according to vet, who thinks someone probably abandoned her. The stray is just happy to have a warm house and a steady diet, but the “queen” doesn’t like the thought of sharing the throne. Praying for the day they finally get along– I totally understand about the “enacted revenge!!”

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  3. The cat gets the last…word, eh? I’ve had no luck at all in saving critters nabbed by my Jack Russell–they all seem to expire of fright, because I never see a tooth mark on them, even though he has them firmly in mouth. I like the Poe-like rhythm, and the symbols here, also. Nice one, Tink.

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  4. Being a ‘cat person’, I enjoyed your story of Morris and the pigeon. And I liked the tale done in rhythm! Two thumbs up Tink!

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  5. Haha, I really enjoyed reading. I loved the Edgar Allen Poe-ness of this poem. Also, I loves cats and they always do something to make you sit back and smile. They want you to leave them alone and when you do they jump on your lap top or knock the book you’re reading out of your hands and sit on it. I’ve learned that cats are masters of whatever house they’re in.

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  6. Enchanting with a beautiful rhythm and multifaceted contents… Don’t I sound half formal today? *smile* I really liked it, though! Feel a bit sad for Morris, but would have been worse if he had got his way!

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