Gail White


Elijah’s Cat

The Lord sent Elijah
To live beside a brook,
With ravens to feed him,
And daily he partook

Both morning and evening
Of meals of flesh and bread.
The prophet said thanksgiving—
But I was never fed.

By me the Lord’s intention
Was fully understood,
And every other raven
Tasted really good.

Cat Food

As I keep advancing in years,
I’m increasingly troubled by fears
That I’ll realize that
I cannot tell a cat
From an overcooked meatloaf with ears.

Gail White has been hanging out with formal poetry for decades. Her latest collections, Asperity Street and Catechism, are available on Amazon. She is proud to be included in Nasty Women Poets: An Unapologetic Anthology of Subversive Verse. She lives in South Louisiana with her husband and the cats who provide most of her inspiration.