Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned
To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.
They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn
To answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
A.S.J. Tessimond (1902-1962)
The Book Keeper Book Shop 
💗cats always
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Agree!
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Both poem and image are quintessential cat.
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I can’t find the artist though, I always prefer to include the artist. It’s my favourite picture of a cat I think!
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I prefer Neruda, but this poem is quite beautiful…I’ll go check out more from the same author!
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I’ve nothing else from this poet. I have had this poem though for years, copied out on a scrap of paper 🙂
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I found more last night:
https://allpoetry.com/A.S.J.-Tessimond
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That’s brilliant, thank you 🙂
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