Caleb

Poetry

Caleb

Lori Dueck, Victoria, BC

Volume 41  Issue 7, 8, & 9 | Posted: October 6, 2026

Caleb on his special bed

Caleb my Bengal mix cat
My brilliant cat named Caleb means dog,
I have enough material on him for his own blog.
He sits on cue and gives high fives
On praise and treats, his spirit thrives.
He leaps, jumps and likes to splash, Then through the apartment in a flash.
Flying high, he scales the walls
Then just like that chasing balls.
With several boxes he makes fine art,
A busy mind and a creative heart.
He rips and tears them, wild and free, Then sits within them as happy as can be.
He watches the birds up in the tree, Studies squirrels before they flee.
Caleb loves to suntan in his window bed,
Until he suddenly realizes he is being fed.
He knows my tears before they fall, The sweetest comfort of them all.
A true familiar, gentle and deep,
Who watches over me while I sleep. He sits with me through thick and thin,
My favourite place is to be with him. My wild Bengal, my heart , my guide,
I am glad he is always by my side.

   

Lori Dueck, Victoria, BC