Wild Goose Poetry Review

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Anna Weaver, Not Another Cat Poem

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Anna Weaver

This is not another cat poem
and it’s not about death, although it’s true
the cat died last Friday. It’s also not
about divorce, which might be a surprise.

No, this poem will be about something new,
so new I have not yet seen it. Oregon,
maybe. Or the Northern Lights.
Or Mt. Lemmon in Tucson. I’ll find someone
who’s seen those things and tease this poem
out of him. He’ll insist I try the blueberry pie
at the Mt. Lemmon Cafe, where the waitress
will say, with practiced bemusement,
“Do you want that a la mode or all alone?”
And I will work her into every story I tell
about Tucson—right after I tell about the saguaro,
the way they look so huggable until you get up close.

He will go on to marry someone else, that man,
and I will tell my Tucson story at his wedding
and hug his new wife like a saguaro.

That’s how I know this isn’t a divorce
poem. And they will be dog people,
which rules out the cat. And I will write
this poem quickly, before any of us
has a chance to die.

Author’s Comment: When my 17-year-old cat died, I was amazed at how many memories he was part of—two serious boyfriends, three cross-country moves, a marriage, a divorce, other events large and small. Looking forward, I knew that everything I did from then on, I would do without him. Perhaps most important, I also knew that the world did not need—well, not from me at least—another cat poem. So I didn’t write one.

Written by wildgoosepoetryreview

February 14, 2013 at 12:37 am

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8 Responses

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  1. Wonderful poem with a fabulous “killer” ending…with empathy from a cat parent who lost hers after 20 companionable feline years.


    February 14, 2013 at 12:06 pm

  2. Thank you so much! 20 years is a long relationship, indeed. My heart to yours…

    anna weaver

    February 14, 2013 at 1:55 pm

  3. I wonder if he might also tell you about the weather on Mt Lemon and the steep, round drive that takes you from Arizona to Canada in 50 minutes. And if he might argue that Mt Lemon itself is a dog person. Everywhere on the streets, in shops, on leashes tied to poles, there are dogs on Mt Lemon. And even the dogs eat pie on Mt Lemon all alone.


    February 15, 2013 at 4:10 am

    • I love everything about that comment, Alison!

      anna weaver

      February 15, 2013 at 5:35 pm

  4. Enjoyed this clever, clever, clever poem!

    Maren O. Mitchell

    February 15, 2013 at 5:50 pm

  5. Strong poem. I really enjoyed reading this.


    February 18, 2013 at 12:16 am

  6. Thank you both!

    anna weaver

    February 18, 2013 at 3:51 am

  7. I love what you guys tend to be up too. Such clever work and exposure keeps me reading!
    Keep up the awesome work. I’ve added you guys to my own blogroll.


    April 10, 2013 at 4:09 am

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