Cats and Skulls (Villanelle)

The cat licks her paws in anticipation.

Where is the blue jay that sits on the fence?

Crunching their skulls has become her latest temptation.

 

The fancy cardinal must be on vacation

A simple barn swallow the palette would cleanse

The cat licks her paws in anticipation.

 

A hummingbird circles the garden with elation

A small morsel to find, but tasty, hence

Crunching their skulls has become her latest temptation.

 

Purple martins could be the latest sensation.

But, climbing up to gourd houses doesn’t make much sense.

The cat licks her paws in anticipation.

 

She spots a fine finch and begins her incantation

Lips and teeth quiver as “the kill” leaps and bends.

Crunching their skulls has become her latest temptation.

 

He’s uncaged, Mom’s parrot! God’s finest creation!

Massacred and devoured behind the old fence.

The cat licks her paws in anticipation.

Crunching their skulls has become her latest temptation.


Author Notes

This poem is an example of a French Villanelle: a nineteen-line poem with two rhymes throughout, consisting of five tercets and a quatrain, with the first and third lines of the opening tercet recurring alternately at the end of the other tercets and with both repeated at the close of the concluding quatrain.

5 Comments for “Cats and Skulls (Villanelle)”

says:

Interesting format of his poem, Becky. Cats are something else, aren’t they? I used to have two cats when I was ten that were brother and sister named Ann and Buster. I got them from a nice old lady an was like a little trainer to them. Buster was an aggressive kitten and always clawed people around their ankles. lol. He used to eat up Ann’s food a lot too. I don’t know. I think something was wrong with Ann, kinda on the ‘slow’ side when it came to eating, but she knew when danger was present and liked to watch TV with people.

Michaela

says:

This is a neat form, Becky. I shall study its technicality.

I watched my 2-year-old tortie cat at the window this morning, watching birds on the lawn and sitting on the lamppost. Her mouth twitched and she made these tiny meows and chirps. Even though she’s never hunted or needed to, the predator instinct is always there.

Enjoyed.

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