1.07.2012

finally, a cougar poem

If I am a cougar,
you are my delectable quarry,
waiting patiently
for the advent
of my coming,
skulking, clement,
licking my chops,
heaving you
by the scruff of your neck,
stealing you away.

This little ditty was inspired by Shay, who asked the Real Toads to channel our inner animal. Hee! Next, I'll have to write about my power animal, er, insect: the ladybug.

21 comments:

  1. :-) What a strong and slender animal you carry inside. <3

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  2. I enjoyed this. Nothing wrong with being a cougar. LOL.

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  3. Im scared and happy at the same time.

    Very sensual and strong

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  4. Very deletectable poem..I like it ~

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  5. Cool and slick cougar, you!

    I like ladybugs, too.

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  6. Finally, indeed.

    Love this. Big love. Huge.

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  7. Of course this conjures up all kinds of sensual images for me. Nice!
    eden

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  8. I adore this. And I like your choice of the word "clement." One doesn't see it very often, and it's a fine word. Perfect poem for the prompt. Nice cougar!

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  9. Oh my...this sounds sexy...love it!

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  10. Great imagery!
    Makes you a bit unnerving. :)

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  11. thanks! i can't say i don't like being thought of as unnerving. :)

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  12. From a cougar to a ladybug. INTeresting! Loved this one, Marian. (Plus I dont think you are old enough to be a cougar)

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  13. sherry! hee.
    people usually say "rawr" to me when then find out i am ten years older than my old man.
    so i've adopted "cougar." rawr! :)

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  14. LOVE the topic. I wrote the following poem about a cougar a while back, from a very different perspective.
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    Cougar.
    Our contemporary.
    An observation.

    She’ll tackle your daughter.
    She’s after your son.
    She’s come undone.
    In an effort to defy the decay
    And disguise the rot,
    To feel something she never got,
    She pokes, lifts, fills and sucks (!)
    Until her face and body are no longer hers
    (in so many ways)
    And she can play make-believe with a boy
    She might have birthed.
    Graceful?
    Gracious, no!

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  15. If I stay single, I'll be a cougar in another few years. Which will just bring me closer to my cats. Fine by me.

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  16. Although I hate the word "cougar" to describe women, I do like your poem! I also liked your use of the word "clement." Very nicely done.

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