Yowling Pussy-Cat
Sailing with an elephant
Beneath the starry skies,
Hoping that their tiny boat
Would not sink or capsize,
Was not how a pussy-cat,
Caught in this dreadful plight,
Wished to spend what should have been
A sweet romantic night.
Sadness gripped poor pussy-cat
Upon this mournful cruise,
Setting sail without her love
Was giving her the blues.
She dreamt of floating in peace
With her romantic owl.
Not content enough to purr,
All she could do was yowl.
No owl with a sweet guitar,
This lumb’ring elephant.
Thrumming, drumming as he stomped,
Was how her voyage went.
Shadowed by his mighty bulk
And bathing in his musk,
Most sullenly she suffered
As he bragged of his tusks.
No love songs beneath the stars,
No meal of mince or quince.
Neither marriage nor a ring
From handsome feathered prince.
So it was that pussy-cat,
By the light of the moon,
Spent one very lonely night
That could not end too soon.
A bit of whimsy in my second response to the dVerse prompt provided by Lillian, Inspired by Art, to write around one of four images by Catrin Welz-Stein. This one is titled, “Silent Night,” and is used with her permission. Her gallery can be found here.
(With apologies to Edward Lear)
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Absolutely delightful!
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Merci!
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This is great, Ken. A remodeling of The Owl and the Pussycat.
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Thank you, Robbie. 🙂
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Loved it. 😀
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Thanks. I had fun with it.
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Ha ha ha ha ha oh that is DELIGHTFUL ! ! ! ! !
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Maybe for the elephant. 😉
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That’s what happens when we blind date.
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Consolation prize?
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🙂
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You’re one clever guy . . .
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I just report ’em as I see ’em. 😉
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Love it… what a delightful nod to the classic nursery rhyme…
Bragging of his tusks made me smile
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Thank you, Björn. Those tusks were just begging for attention.
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She didn’t get the owl but she got the elephant.
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Yeah, consolation prize.
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Your poem is great, poor little worried and sad pussycat and the elephant looks a bit worried too. After all, the boat is small. Photo is lovely though.
I do love ” The Owl and the Pussycat” , it has a warm and dreamy rhythm and the sweetest love story.
Miriam
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Thanks!
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The ultimate bad date.
That cat does not look happy, for sure. (K)
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My thoughts, too.
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Smiling I am! This is just a great post to be the last one for this prompt. So well done…and in contrast so well to the owl and the pussycat. LOVE it! Thanks so much for posting!
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Thank you, Lillian.
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Ha,ha…he had the nerve to stomp..poor cat😊. Lovely tale.
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Thank you, Pat.
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Terrific interpretation of image … yowling seems the apt response … love your extension of what must be on that cat-mind (in addition to dodging elephant hoofs). Especially:
“Setting sail without her love / Was giving her the blues”
and
“…bathing in his musk, / Most sullenly she suffered”
But what’s a cat to do? There’s WATER all around!!
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Thank you!
I know! What was that cat thinking?!
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I love this! Such marvelous prose.
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Thank you!
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