Pussy
I know you as Cat!
You brushed against my shin, flicked your tail at my calves tickled me to goosebumps until I picked you up. We were young, fast and attention seeking. We leapt off the compound walls, when we landed on fours. You were perfect while I bruised my elbows.
Stupid cat, chasing random things I threw, perpetually boxing tiny objects with your soft paws. I wanted to bite your cute face, until you were banished from home after you cat-walked in, with a half alive squirrel.
I learnt your name changed with your skin. I saw your claw marks carved into our wooden chicken coop door. You only took what you could chew. They hated you while I wondered what happed to you. You were called a Kaatu Poocha (wild cat). Your wicked stories spread like wild fire triggered by the mysterious pair of glowing orbs in the dark. Even the comics I read antagonized you.
I was suddenly forbidden to wander at night. What if your relatives took me away? Instead, the city took me away. I saw more of you in cages, in cartoons and calendars. They called you a menace, wore your claws and teeth as trophies. My family hid your skin with ivory and deer antlers in the attic.
I grew up to be a curious cat, discussing pussies and cougars with the boys, not making the connection with you. Sometimes we called other boys, who were not man enough a “pussy”!
…..
Two elevated spirits spotted you for me.
The dim light behind you, drew your curvy body.
You brushed against my shin, flicked your tail at my calves tickled me to goosebumps until I picked you up. We were young, fast and attention seeking. We leapt off the compound walls, when we landed on fours. You were perfect while I bruised my elbows.
Stupid cat, chasing random things I threw, perpetually boxing tiny objects with your soft paws. I wanted to bite your cute face, until you were banished from home after you cat-walked in, with a half alive squirrel.
I learnt your name changed with your skin. I saw your claw marks carved into our wooden chicken coop door. You only took what you could chew. They hated you while I wondered what happed to you. You were called a Kaatu Poocha (wild cat). Your wicked stories spread like wild fire triggered by the mysterious pair of glowing orbs in the dark. Even the comics I read antagonized you.
I was suddenly forbidden to wander at night. What if your relatives took me away? Instead, the city took me away. I saw more of you in cages, in cartoons and calendars. They called you a menace, wore your claws and teeth as trophies. My family hid your skin with ivory and deer antlers in the attic.
I grew up to be a curious cat, discussing pussies and cougars with the boys, not making the connection with you. Sometimes we called other boys, who were not man enough a “pussy”!
…..
Two elevated spirits spotted you for me.
The dim light behind you, drew your curvy body.
Wild.
Tall, sharp ears, tail slicing air.
I froze. What if you attacked?
I froze. What if you attacked?
I breathed.
I wanted you to charge,
I wanted you to charge,
I would fight you and survive with scars.
But you passed by,
But you passed by,
You were afraid.
So was I.
Pussies.
So was I.
Pussies.
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