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
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From: "Joanna Boulter" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, October 31, 2005 10:59 PM
Subject: Poem for VB
> 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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