Transcendental Sonnet #1247:
Out on Long Island Where the Feral Cats Roam
for my sister Dara the Long Island cat-catcher
The better I know people the better I like cats
I have never been insulted by a cat
Just stop for a moment and think about that
A cat has never savaged my sonnets like those rats
On poetry sites where I put in lots of work
Only to have my life's work dismissed by some jerk
Who says it is pretty but it is self-pity
It seems my depression attracts some aggression
My sister who rescues cats is having a baby
Somehow that makes things better now and maybe
My cat Freddie Noodles and I can go see her
Out on Long Island where the feral cats roam
I love my sister but I would not want to be her
I will go see the kid and the cats and come home
+Steven Curtis Lance
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I couldn't agree more, and cats, both feral and domesticated, are much too sophisticated to insult poets.