THE CALLING In cages all around the room they sat most of them quiet and scared and lonely. You made a noise like no other cat you paced your cage I thought: "if only you fitted the order that I had in mind." But you did not - not color, not gender. I did not come here to get you - yet your voice although growing hoarse still constantly rose. I lifted you up - your fur was so tender big amber eyes looked into my heart and now quiet tongue licked tip of my nose. There was no choice (oh,cat, that was smart) for then and there as I held you close a bond was sealed that brought so much joy! Thank you, my pet, for raising your voice to call for love, thank you, my sweet boy!
My cat jumps on the sofa
looks at the keyboard in my lap
with unmistakable disgust
places a delicate paw
on my knee
and utters a soft "meow"
meaning:
Please get this intruder
out of my rightful spot."
I pick up the keyboard
he settles in its place
The e-mail stays unanswered
the cat purrs
I read poems
and rants
by other people
clicking the buttons
of my trustworthy
WebTv remote.
Izabel Sonia Ganz
August 14, 1998
published in Net4WebTv Voice, September 1998
and in SNAKESKIN POETRY WEB-ZINE
August 1999 issue.
Strays
Dark shadows
on fast feet
streak
among bushy weeds
billowing
after spring rains.
Tails straight up -
rudders guiding their course
towards my cooing voice.
I stand
under a round moon
over a white plate
fringed by coal-black shapes
their tails at rest
as I listen to the crunching
of my food in their teeth.
I also hear a voice
every day
calling sweetly
promising fulfillment.
Why is it that
the plate
is always served to me empty?
Maybe I need faster feet
to win the race
a long tail for a rudder
or to fill my ears with cotton
and feed my hunger
at the round and full
plate of the moon.
Izabel Sonia Ganz
April 1998
previously published
in "Gravity - A Journal
of On-line Writing"