They lie there like slumbering cats,
unaware of my presence,
then stir to stalk a field
where hidden metaphors hunch,
twitching, in the tall grass.
Whether they exist in a dream or not,
they do not know, but dwell there
in the shadow of my sleep,
transformed into jungle animals.
Exposed to the light of day,
they spring, as though tired of waiting,
into my conscious thoughts,
leaving their footprints on the page
where I jot them down guiltily,
a grateful plagiarist
who has merely trapped
the stuff of dreams.
Showing, then curling and retracting their nails,
paw after pawprint, they stalk
one line after another,
as, taking the credit,
I fill another page.
For dVerse Poets. What Animal serves as a perfect metaphor for how you write?
See how other poets wrote to the prompt HERE.


Oh this is lovely. I can see this happening in my mind Judy.
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That is the most sought after result for a writer. Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re very welcome 💙💜🩷
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Judy, the metaphor of slumbering cats stalking metaphors in the tall grass is beautifully crafted, and the guilt of a grateful plagiarist and the vivid imagery of jungle animals in the shadow of sleep add layers to your verses 🙂
~David
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Thanks, David.
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I often feel like someone else is writing what I am tapping out on the keys. Writing puts me in touch with something inside that otherwise goes unheard.
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Yes!
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The cat is a wonderful metaphor for writing… the sleeping and thinking, and pawing and pouncing when it’s ready.
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Dogs, on the other hand, never finish the piece but bound off after other pleasures.
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“a grateful plagiarist
who has merely trapped
the stuff of dreams.” – I loved this part especially, but the whole personification of cats was delightful, from leisure in the home, to hunting in the field, to being jungle animals.
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You can’t go wrong with cats. They have so many fans! Thanks for your kind words, Oloriel.
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Goodness, this is so rich with imagery, Judy! How do you tell the stalker from the stalked? How do you tell the dancer from the dance? Keep plagiarizing those awesome “jungle animals”! The imagery here is so rich, as in a dream vision: I loved “then stir to stalk a field/where hidden metaphors hunch,/twitching, in the tall grass.” Thanks for joining in the prompt.
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You are welcome, Dora. I almost didn’t do it, as it seemed a chore I wasn’t ready for, but then the animal took over.. And I just remembered another poem I wrote long ago.. must look for it, but I just remember one line: “Lost in the heart of the animal…..” Will I find it?
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Oh I hope you do! Sounds so intriguing.
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Being a cat lover and owner, I just love this, Judy! Poems as slumbering cats, leaving their footprints on the page. Wonderful!
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They have done that literally as well, Kim.
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I found it in an old chapbook. Its title was “The Dance of the Terrible Middle” and I had the first line wrong. It was, “Caught in the terrible middle of the animal.” There is another poem, though, that I can’t remember the name of, that I’m also trying to think of. Too many poems, too little memory.
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Slumbering cat morphing into word-stalking cat ~ a most useful feline. Loved your poem.
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Thanks Helen. You know cats. You never quite know what you are going to get.
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Ah! This is lovely! Cats are perfect for this notion, the stalking, the capture, then often the discarding out of boredom or sudden lack of interest.
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Once, shortly after my husband died, my cat walked over my keyboard. The next morning I looked, and it said, “Once a wife no regrets sold”. I have no idea how that could happen but I hadn’t written it,,,,
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I like this a lot, Judy–especially the third stanza!
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Thanks, Annie. I’ll tell the animals!!
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I love that bottom photo. It’s always so funny when cat’s paws dart out under doors, or window gaps.
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I know. One of my favorite photos. There is another I took right after it where a little boy is holding onto one of the paws.
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😊
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this is beautiful — and the photos!
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Thanks, Martha.
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Enjoyed this a great deal Judy. And yes, sometimes inspiration is aggressive. Sometimes it’s a aloof sometimes it’s just damn difficult. But — pardon the pun — it is always inspiring. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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What a great description! I wish I could turn my dreams into poetry, but they make no sense at all!
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Eilene your writings are like a song to me and I always find something of interest in your bringing to life of people you research and tell us about. You are able to paint a word picture of all of them, and to me it is not how a person writes but what they write and bring the written word to life. Thanks for your postings.
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That’s very kind of you, Sam! Thank you.😊
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The methaphor is brilliant and so is the poem – fantastic!
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Thanks, Dolly. Curious about whether my dreams have the same muse that I do.
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Canyu ask yours? I am sure she wouldn’t lie to yu.
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P.S. Either I need new glasses, or just get some rest. I am embarrassed by all these typoes.
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That third stanza is perfect imagery, Judy!
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Thanks, Sara…
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“a grateful plagiarist
who has merely trapped
the stuff of dreams.”
❤️
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Thanks, Melissa. Do you ever feel as though someone else is writing through you?
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Yes, I absolutely do.
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“a grateful plagiarist
who has merely trapped
the stuff of dreams”
Exactly, Judy. Lovely and wise poem.
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Gorgeous poem. Magical. Now I know who writes your brilliant poems and stories! They deserve their breakfast in the morning. Im always in awe of your word choices. The beauty of this poem amazes.
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