Poetry

The Siamese Cat Poem by Mark Tulin

A Siamese cat leaped on top
of the kitchen table
where the smell of salmon
lingered romantically
like a song.

She sniffed around the drain,
the marble countertop,
the garbage can
where the intoxicating fragrance
wafts and fades.

Then she jumped on the sofa
with extended claws
until the material unravels
and her heart flutters
and her interest turns 

to a dancing speck
of elusive light
that flitters from a radiant ray
and bounces frantically
into a dizzying spin.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

9 comments on “The Siamese Cat Poem by Mark Tulin

  1. Hehehe! Cute! I could picture it all.

  2. you have a cat down to the t!

  3. I love cat,grew up with them and had not given up the idea to bring one home some day😻

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