curb crawling cat on a dead night
checks out the natives
waiting to pick-up a straggler
I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
Australian poetry, curb crawling, haiku, Jack Unterweger, poem, serial killers
December 13, 2010 at 1:03 pm
Never thought about the cat in those terms…enjoyed the poem.
December 14, 2010 at 8:47 am
thanks slpmartin 🙂
December 13, 2010 at 1:12 pm
December 14, 2010 at 8:48 am
thanks Cindy 🙂
December 13, 2010 at 5:00 pm
Nice, sinister metaphor there, Gabrielle – we have one next door – except stragglers get a reprieve when we’re having a barbi, because fatcat would rather go for the scraps.
Haha – just like my doggies 🙂
December 13, 2010 at 9:49 pm
Nice work! This is enough to give me the ‘heebie-jeebies’ … it’s the one thing that puts me off owning a cat.
December 14, 2010 at 8:49 am
Same here Tracey – I would have to keep it indoors all the time or have an indoor/outdoor cat aviary type thing 🙂
December 14, 2010 at 2:54 am
oh la la! Beware of the cat defense league…
December 14, 2010 at 8:52 am
I have no photos of cats Ben (I wrote this after watching a show about the serial killer Jack Unterweger – he was one of the few international serial killers – quite rare for serial killers to travel and kill internationally) – so it’s a bit about cats and a bit about him – he was very charismatic and even after he killed himself using the same complex knot that he used on all the prostitutes he killed, many ‘friends’ still thought he was innocent.
December 14, 2010 at 6:52 am
I love this and I love cats. No one appreciates a cat until a mouse or rat gets in the house and then they are adored. 🙂 Just because you wrote this lovely Haiku Gabrielle, I’m going to post a photo of Sparkey. 🙂 Well, sort of a photo. 😉
Haha – I love cats too Val (but not when they are about and about at night) – but this haiku is about the serial killer Jack Unterveger (I was watching a show about him the other night – he picked up prostitutes and killed them)- but then again, maybe it is about cats 😉
December 14, 2010 at 9:35 am
so tight… so good!
December 14, 2010 at 1:29 pm
Thanks Graham 🙂
December 14, 2010 at 9:35 pm
yeowwww. this is a poetic jolt into spookiness.
December 15, 2010 at 9:01 am
Haha – love it ‘poetic jolt into spookiness’ 😉
December 15, 2010 at 9:02 am
Note: notice how the word ‘straggler’ is almost identical to ‘strangler’ – I only noticed after I wrote it 🙂
December 17, 2010 at 8:30 am
I have a lot of ferns in my garden and my neighbour’s cat likes to sleep in them at night. It can give you a fright when you disturb him if you go out to the bin or something. Boy, can that cat move fast. Your poem was brilliant!
December 17, 2010 at 9:26 am
They do move fast – the native birds don’t stand a chance, especially when they are young. Thanks Selma 🙂
December 20, 2010 at 12:05 am
December 20, 2010 at 9:34 am
Hi there 47whitebuffalo 🙂
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