ah, cat poems, a veritable genre, renewed on petc.
Doug
On 31-Oct-05, at 4:28 PM, Roger Collett wrote:
> Another poem for VB
>
> The night envelops the town. Boris Cat sits on the step outside his
> room. Ah, my lovelies, you all ran wild around the alleys among the
> dustbins of outrageous leavings. Where are you now? Am I the only wild
> rover left in town?
> Roger
>
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Joanna Boulter"
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> Sent: Monday, October 31, 2005 10:59 PM
> Subject: Poem for VB
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>
>> The Torn-Eared Cat's Jangle Waltz
>> (for VB, DFC)
>> "There's no cat-flap
>> in the ball turret
>> of a Lancaster."
>> Patrick told me that.
>> I believed him.
>> I always do.
>> The flak rose among pillars of light.
>> It passed me by.
>> I am the cat who came through.
>> ROBIN HAMILTON, sending from Darlington
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Douglas Barbour
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The blank page
as merely an interval or
an intrusion. We could not rescue it
nor could we huddle, as if the page were
big enough.
Kathleen Fraser
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