Poems
by KJ Hannah
Greenberg
Meow Music
Meow music, unlike other sound-based behaviors, might be magical.
Those trills, purrs, as well as chatters, compose circles of expression,
Of notable realms of countenance generally unwitnessed in creatures.
Establishing dominance, finding mates, the same, interacting beside
Human or sundry critters, somewhat provides impetus to pronounce
Rodentless hours as mere fluff and nonsense (kibble counts, as well.)
Intense emotions, on balance, expressly ascending tones plus brief,
“Friendly” greetings convey excitement toward us whose demeanor
Seems senseless to fur-covered faces, bellies, paws, legs, tails, ears.
Conversely, high pitched noises, spurred by threats every so often
Cause audio calamities the type of which don’t shatter glass while
Bringing cacophony to living rooms, kitchens, bedsteads, planters.
Moreso, communicating telepathically highlights the fundamental
Beauty of short or long-haired moggies together with intelligence
Of mousers, their kittens, their queens, in consort with their toms.
Such entities needn’t hiss, spit, yowl, snarl, growl, elsewise work
Penetrating rumpuses announcing such bearing midway through
Goings-on that spoil, worry, unsettle; nocturnal melodies suffice.
Again, under the Sofa
Fitting half of a cat trunk under the front skirt doesn’t always equal
Toy retrieval. Instead, all manner of stuffed mice, squeaky wedges,
Also, unidentified insects, remain beneath that dirt-hiding drapery.
At least once a day, our moggie pushes favorite collections of soft
Doohickies below our cushions. Stretching paws & then nails, she
Thrusts beloved figures where human hands plus arms can’t reach.
Thereafter, she cries in uncanny tones, all the while supposing that
Our due is freeing whatever playthings get shoved to dust bunnies.
Cat “logic” never tries to reassure companions of benevolent ends.
Radical Amazement
In my heart’s tiffin box, I portion out cucamelon grown from tears,
Exigent dollops of financial angst, plus handfuls of faith that all
Will be well.
To my radical amazement, my feelings’ perigee remains pure of
Worldly shadows. Linguistic subgenres, my sentiments slipped
Silently away.
All in all, the blatant misdirection offered by the news means
Little to the likes of me or my comrades suffering devotion
To truth.
