A Michael Broad Blog
I asked AI (ChatGPT) if they could create a poem in the style of Lord Byron and John Keats about a cat loved by their female caregiver who died a month before her cat. Here is their response. Note: I am referring to the AI computer as if they are human as they act …
In an act of kindness which bolsters my waning faith in humankind, a resident of Rushcutters Bay, Sydney, Australia, and a gardener performed a quiet memorial service for an elderly tabby cat who had died alone and who they’d found in the neighbourhood. They didn’t know if the cat had a human guardian. An …
London, UK: Benjamin Aleshire is a traveling poet. He comes from America and is 31 years of age. He set off from New Orleans, his home town, seven years ago to hitchhike around the world and make a living by selling poetry to people who impulsively commission him to do it. He sets up …
THE CIRCUS CAME TO TOWN The lights, the signs, the tents, the price All meant to lure us and entice. We watch those beautiful animals cringe when the whip is cracked and they feel unhinge. They dare not show what they really feel lest they risk not getting a meal. What we see has …
The old rhyme goes: Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory, dock Only in our case the mouse did not run down. Kitty, one of the cats our late mother had at the time, brought home a live mouse, he evaded the …
PERFECT PAWS I’d like to share my little ditty About the claws upon this kitty. How they’re anchored in my toes And real important, like my nose. I use them many times each day From where they’re neatly tucked away. I need my claws to keep me fit, To walk and groom and play …
By Jo Singer T’was the night before Katmas and all through our house Not a critter was stirring except for a very small white mouse. All the stockings were hung up high on the top of our cat tree Just for the convenience of St. Kitalous, who we hoped purrhaps might drop by. While …
I like to try my hand at cat poetry. Fortunately, I don’t do it often and rarely have the courage to publish it. But here is one I just wrote having consumed a glass of wine for inspiration: There is only one thing worth doing in the world of cats To give and to …
