Why All Cats Need A Friend
Listen to Jay read his poem ...
A cat can lick his belly
and his body and his tail.
A cat can lick his back,
in fact, down to the last detail.
A cat can lick his hips and haunches
(everyone agrees),
and every cat, he knows
to lick his nose and both his knees.
A cat can lick his legs, his lips,
a cat is clean because
a cat can lick his elbows,
and his shoulders and his paws.
But every cat must have a friend
because by now it’s clear:
a cat can lick most everywhere,
except behind his ears.
and his body and his tail.
A cat can lick his back,
in fact, down to the last detail.
A cat can lick his hips and haunches
(everyone agrees),
and every cat, he knows
to lick his nose and both his knees.
A cat can lick his legs, his lips,
a cat is clean because
a cat can lick his elbows,
and his shoulders and his paws.
But every cat must have a friend
because by now it’s clear:
a cat can lick most everywhere,
except behind his ears.
This poem is copyright (©) Jay Brazeau 2024
About the Writer
Jay Brazeau
Jay Brazeau is an emerging Ottawa-based poet who resides on the outer edge of imagination – a world where cats sport houndstooth jackets, chickens sell eggs and a pigeon’s pockets are packed with popcorn. His poems have appeared in various anthologies, print editions and online magazines as well as in the public art project WHAT YOU’D NEVER EXPECT A BEAR TO WEAR (and Other Ironic Outfits)
