Some more attempts at sonnets


The cat is a composite of a number of cats we have had over the years. The squirrel was one of several seen in the Castle Park Colchester this spring and may have been cousin to the one who stole my bulbs last autumn from the lawn at home where I had laid them out for planting!




A tiny ball of fluff curled in my hand

And later found asleep in someone’s hat;

A wide-eyed waif, with every hair on end,

Becomes a cunning thief, an acrobat

Of infinite finesse. And then at dawn

Bringer of fledgling birds under the bed,

And sixpence-sized new frogs in early morn.

The chirps of the tortured as blood is shed

Sound our red-in-tooth-and-claw alarm.

Unscrupulous, he then requires his food,

Purring and nudging, turns on all the charm:

Commander of the household, he is shrewd.

Now my old man still comes to meet and greet,

But spends most of his days asleep at my feet.




Squirrel in Spring and Autumn


He darts among the daffodils of March,

With jerky moves like a mannequin,

Then sprints back up the trunks of oak and larch-

A game of hide and seek he’ll always win.

Sudden he dropped, straight as a line of plumb,

A pirate seeking edible booty;

He snatched the bulbs, curled against his thumb,

That the gardener meant to plant for beauty.

Over his back there streams a bushy tail-

Such a blatant banner of war, think I;

And there I am, reflected without fail,

In the knowing depths of his nut-brown eye.

I tempt him with bark chippings in cupped hand.

Conned, he comes; furious, he flees outplanned. 







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© Shanachy 2023
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I really enjoyed these two poems, being a lover of all creatures I was there in the moments with you, those chirps calling out in terror and pain still echo in my ears from the victims of young and overly agile cats. Sue.


I echo Sue’s comments, very well written…


Cat. A shakespearian sonnet. Two lines don’t really scan. The first, unless you pronounce TORtuRED. May I suggest ‘tortured ones’
The last line is a beat short. And scans awkwardly, changing the rhythm.

In squirrel you have a number of 4-beat lines following a 5beat. I don’t see this as a pattern as there are some 5 – 5 pairs.

Otherwise, sentiments are nicely observed. Well worth tidying up the metre.

Enjoyed them

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