Sunday, August 3, 2014



she owns the tufted
Redgrave chair,

flicks not a whisker
as she saunters past three dogs
who diligently avoid eye contact -

no contest
the early morning sunspot
belongs to her.

A world encased
about her protectively,
yet she's drawn to the kill -

chatters and stalks,
tense behind glass.  "Domesticated"
or so we tell ourselves.

by Margaret Bednar, August 3, 2014

This is for "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Flash 55" a story or poem in 55 words - no more, no less.  The images above I took on my iPhone and then used an app called "Waterlogue".  


Mama Zen said...

Perfect ending!

Jim said...

Oh, if it weren't for the glass. Perfect, Margaret.

Your art work is neat too. I like the first one, the cat seems to be very much in abstract. I like her tan boots.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

pics are lively.....a perfect write...

Björn Rudberg said...

Are we not just like cats -- domesticated killers.. but I guess we are hypocrites about it which the cat never is.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Those pictures are awesome, Margaret and your poem is just so beautifully phrased in 55 words to produce the perfect portrait.

Anonymous said...

I read somewhere (too lazy to find the citation) that US household cats have wreaked havoc on bird populations, killing something like 100 million a year ~

Magaly Guerrero said...

Love the last line and the images, too.

colleen said...

I love the word saunter here and the image of the dogs not making eye contact. I feel sad in the end that she is watching the world from the window.

jo-hanna said...

Waterlogued I notice.
I'm so annoyed that they don't make this app for desktops. I'm still landline-bound.

Gorgeous lines and pictures.

Anonymous said...

You've captured the being of a cat perfectly(and beautifully).
Love the pictures, too

Marian said...

what a pretty kitty! love this homage, Margaret, just love it. especially your brilliant first word/line. perfect!

Mr. Charleston said...

That's me, a domesticated man!

Gail said...

Cats are definitely and defiantly different.

I love the art. Is that yours or a photo program? Doesn't matter still beautiful

Susie Clevenger said...

Love how the app turned you photos into paintings..."yet she's drawn t the kill" love that

Cara H said...

Your artwork is beautiful, as is your poetry. There is always something wild in even the most spoiled house cat. Unfortunately, at times this can manifest in heartbreaking ways. My son adopted a formerly feral cat from the humane society three years ago. Sadly, she got out when I was bringing groceries in and ran off somewhere. We never saw her again. :-(
Thank you for visiting Poetry of the Netherworld and for your kind comment on my poem in honor of my father.