I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Not my jam. In fairness to the author, I'm not a fan of poetry in any modern or, for that matter, sophisticated, form. There are exceptions, and I thought maybe, being a collection On Cats, this would be one of them. Nope.
There were a few - a very few - I liked and would enjoy reading again, but most of them were too focused on tragedy, and those I frankly skipped without reading.