She was basically a pre-schooler:
Trying to Write a Dog Poem in a House with Two Cats
by Billy Collins
From a couch
littered with throw pillows
they are staring at me
and my open notebook,
and even though their tails
are not twitching
and their secret inboard
motors are not audible,
I know they are assuming
in unison
that I am writing
yet another dog poem
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| Tiny Maisy |
Now, of course, she has matured and become a responsible adult:
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| The work is never done |
In honor of four years with this near-perfect tabby (and with a tip of the hat to her admirable work ethic), I'm dedicating this week's Poetry Friday post to her.
To Maisy! {clink!}
To Billy Collins! {clink!}
To cat poetry! {clink, clink!}
Trying to Write a Dog Poem in a House with Two Cats
by Billy Collins
From a couch
littered with throw pillows
they are staring at me
and my open notebook,
and even though their tails
are not twitching
and their secret inboard
motors are not audible,
I know they are assuming
in unison
that I am writing
yet another dog poem
....
(Read the rest here, at Poets.org.)
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The Poetry Friday round-up this week is being hosted by marvelous Molly at Nix the comfort zone.


