Gardens at Effingham: Where Cats Tell the Tales

The Cat Writes a Poem-A Cat Tale for Spring

Photo of Most Beloved, a snowy white short-haired American cat, Gardens at Effingham, at is looking over her shoulder and photo is close up

Glorious spring, Gardens at Effingham

From the Journals of Most Beloved-

Spring Journals

A mid-spring’s day, a perfect day, a day neither hot nor cold; exactly as I like it

Watching birds. 

Robin. 2 mourning doves. A small song sparrow. Courtship of the mourning doves. Choosing a nesting spot. The intentional delivery of a well-chosen site, one safe and out of harm’s way, one forever lost to who I am now. 

I do not know if I will ever not feel this guilt. It ebbs, wanes, passes. I reconcile, cry, write, despair, and yet to this end, can do nothing to change what will always be my past. I love that there are teeny tiny little song birds up high on the walnut tree. I love that these walnut trees, pesky as they might be, stand noble and strong, hosts to birds, squirrels, and ugh, a hawk who hunts our birds. 

I welcome spring, knowing never how many I can count—springs, sunny skies, bird songs, clickety-clackety drilling of our woodpeckers.

And so I sing a little song to myself, a melody that haunts no one save me this little song of myself:

A Poem by the Cat

Le Printemps

by Most Beloved

Le printemps, le printemps 
C'est très joli le printemps 
If only, if only I could be someone else. 
A bird perhaps or mere feather caught on wings 
Without bow and arrow always piercing the wind 
Caught somewhere between flight's lift and life's fall 
If only, If only fate hadn't taken my heart.
    

Most Affectionately Yours,

Most Beloved

Cat paw of white cat indicating a signature by Most Beloved, Gardens at Effingham
Photo close up of Most Beloved, the small, white, indoor cat who writes the stories at Gardens at Effingham: Musings from the Cat
Most Beloved, Gardens at Effingham

 Striped cat sitting in a literary reading chair in the library, music notes on the walls, light pink curtains, and an alphabet pillow behind the cat along with a white lap throw. Accompanies quote: "In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this." Gardens at Effingham

In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

Terry Pratchet

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Pink azalea in full bloom in spring, Gardens at Effingham

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