Cat poem: “Humans are fragile things”

Dear readers,

I was reading through a few poems I’d written years ago, and I came across this one. It’s kind of based on my cat Oscar who died about 20 years ago now, but I like to think he wasn’t as cynical as this.

Humans are fragile things

Humans are fragile things;

It’s why I make them my slaves.

They beg for my love and affection;

I think they’re pathetic and depraved.

I only want three things:

A bed, food and sleep,

And if a human hand takes one of those away,

It’s their soul that I shall reap.

I like my liberty too,

And slaying birds and rodents is fun,

I scratch the eyes of kitties that cross my path,

Then I lie out in the sun.

But humans are silly things;

Just puppets on a string,

And I’m ready to draw blood this morning

If in the shower my slave sings.


About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance in journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and leave my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you'll find on this blog, as well as masses of information about all things Honduran. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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