Cat Fishing (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo

[Author’s Note: Mornings got much calmer after a certain kitty came into my life.]

This morning                      I rose early

       drew back the curtains throughout my home

                                   to let in the sweet light of dawn

            warmed up a pot           of fresh chamomile tea

                     …and decided to go


                                                     for cat

I took a long strip of fabric                    several feet in length

        flopped onto the living room couch

                then cast this line out         across the carpet below

                            with little shakes and wiggles

                                           to bait it


                  a small               dark                  furry form

                       darted from the depths beneath the couch

                             to pounce upon the end of the strip

                                 and seize ahold of it with tiny claws and teeth

I tugged                and my quarry yanked back

         the bell attached to her collar jingled like the gong

                                  of a starting bell

I tugged several times                  and the strip pulled away

         from her grasp                                                                            

                               but rather than flee to safety

                                          she pounced again


                                                        and yanked

I swished the line                      back and forth

       as this miniature daredevil gave chase

            and never had one tempted by a lure

                    been so eager to ensure

                                    it never got away

                          …once she even leapt high into the air

                                          with a trill                  of delight       

This struggle went on          for more than an hour

     before               made tired by the warmth of summer

              we each sought a respite       through a truce

                  … so the brave           little one purred

                          as I sipped tea

                                 and scratched her

                                         behind the ears

3 thoughts on “Cat Fishing (A Poem)

    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I actually wrote this poem quite a while ago, when my black cat was a kitten. Even so, she can get very excited over pieces of string dragged across the floor. Hehe.

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