Singing To Cats

Yes I caterwaul.
After all I'm only human.
Who does not wail these days
Knows not what's going on.

I sing to cats of fishes
Swimming in the deep
I have to try to keep some
Form of sanity flowing.

This knowing what goes on
Is too much for any human
So I sashay to my pride and
Yes they sing along.

Songs and prides though
Don't hide all that
Is wrong, yet,
Somehow we must
Stay strong.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-03 at 03:45

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Tom Benson
A good piece and it can be summarised by joining the first and final stanzas. Staying strong is always much easier when there is a companion - even at a distance.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Still, stay in a protected space.

When the going gets tough, a good caterwaul can do the trick, your final couple of lines says it all.

And I bet they wait for your song. They like attention.
Perhaps they purr along. You make them happy. Nice

The title sparked my interest, and the poem was a delightful fulfillment of pleasant expectations! Exquisite pun in the first line, too.