Saturday, January 06, 2007

Feline Tornado at 1:56 AM
By Don Iannone

Nothing rests or finds comfort in the house,
when the three tan-brown and white calicos
run amok in the late night shelter
of a fresh-blown full moon.
Nocturnality is their nature,
rushing through their feline veins
like triple X strength java coffee.
Blame their mania on global warming,
or an electromagnetic overload
from too many electrical devices in the house,
but deep down you know--it's their nature.
Look at their crazed eyes glowing in the dark,
like runway landing lights at the airport.
For God sake don't move...
your shins will be bruised below recognition,
like battered prize-fighters going into the last round.
Like tornadoes,
ripping their way across flat-ass Kansas,
the calico trio's night high must run its course.
God help us all
if the full moon lingers one more night.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

HA HA!!

Anonymous said...

Hi Don,

This is a stunning poem. Look foward to showingcase your work in CS Review...MO

starry said...

Loved this feline poem.

Anonymous said...

When I was growing up it was tradition, after the holidays, to visit the people we did not have time to visit during Christmas.This is my post season visit to enquire after your health and happiness and your hollidays. I hope all went wonderfully and you are beginning this new year with joy and success in all you attempt. ...Z

QUASAR9 said...

Hi Don, Great Poem
thought you were going to
compare the feline with the storm
raging and wild, from nature born

Pat Paulk said...

I wish it were just the full moon. Mine terrorizes me all night most nights. This one definitely rings a bell here!!

Anonymous said...

I miss my kitties. Thanks for this post.

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks all for your comments. Cats are very special creatures.

Z...good hearing from you and I wish you a year of peace and healing!

polona said...

i love cats and i absolutely love this one! :)

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