One Foot in the Jungle

I ran across this poem by Jorge Luis Borges, and it helps explain a bit of why I like cats so much—because they’re half wild, because they seem to remember things they can’t express, and because they seem to know themselves and like their own company so much. It’s an overused word, I suppose, but cats are just cool.

“To a Cat”

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream. 

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One Response to One Foot in the Jungle

  1. Reason A. says:

    A haiku for cat lovers. Anyone else might not know it was about a cat. I feel sorry for anyone who has not experienced a lovable kitten begging at your feet.

    transplant –
    stray rubbing my ankles
    captures my heart

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