A Phenomenal Cat
A Poem Inspired By A Ray Davies Song And My Cat Loving Vocal Friends
I was listening to “The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society” which I am writing about and will share below when it is published.
One of the songs on there is “Phenomenal Cat”
I thought I would write a Villanelle for everyone’s cat and for all those that I see on my travels. You can see them all on Cats of Vocal on Facebook.
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Hello My Phenomenal Cat
I Know That You Really Love Me
And Here You Sit Upon My Lap
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You Always Know Where Food Is At
And Miaow At Me, Until I Feed
Hello My Phenomenal Cat
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Outside The House, Neighbourhood Cat
I Am Inside, I Think I’m Free
And Here You Sit Upon My Lap
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When I Wake, Toast With Butter Pat
A Glare From You Demanding Speed
Hello My Phenomenal Cat
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You Love Your Fish And Scraps
And When You’re Full You Come To Me
And Here You Sit Upon My Lap
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I Love Stroking You Savannah
And You Do Love Me, I Can See
Hello My Phenomenal Cat
And Here You Sit Upon My Lap
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As always, brilliant!!!💖💕
this is very nice. Cats are phenomenal
Awww this was so lovely! 💖