a poem i wrote! check it out good people =)

When you own cats, you realize after a while
only when bending your eye a bit
that you're just living in their world.
things are really whats going on, tree witnessing from a second level patio.
"that young man inside, he's on my couch and he's got to pet me." - at least the cats i know.

now.... outdoor cats are a bit different from my beloved apartment dwelling indoor cats. outdoor cats, at least the ones that i know, are more like: "Hey, you're alive? I'm alive too."

 

Hey thats concludd pretty well man. Yeah, I think youv'e captured an acurate critique of nature there.

 

thanks! =)

 

No offense, but this isn't really poetry. The first part is, sort of, but the second half just sounds like your average post here on the forums.

That said, you're right, all the cat's I've known have been like that.

 

worthy to be fart opun

 

yeah, it might not be in any sort of rythme scheme =\ but, ehh. it's a nice thought blerp i liked alot, and i'm not talking about cats as much as i am other, figurative things. i'm sorry you dont like it =\ i guess the metaphor was too farfetched =\ but it's all good =)