Thursday, September 21, 2006

Bonus Poem

Today remains Thursday, 21 September 2006.

Hellfire and damnation.

HH wrote the first version of this poem in 1979. Been editing since.

Smack him upside the head with a tiretool with your opinion.

"Chattering keen-eyed squirrel
Nervously branch-balanced
Spies the sleeping? cat
Quiet in the gutter of the adjacent house.

Now the cat, delicately in air balanced, leaps.
A step behind the shadow of a tail.

Too late and a step behind,
Cat composes herself,
Dissembles: all that was ever in her mind
Was a more pleasing place to sharpen claws, not prey.

I’ve not the good grace
To avert my eyes from her embarrassment."


Anonymous Lilly Rowan said...

Stop editing. The poem is lovely.

11:25 AM  
Anonymous Lily Rowan said...

Another thought--if you have written a number of poems over the years, would you consider sharing more of them? I do not mean to minimize your historical, philosophical, and political prose and commentary which are the heart of your entries. I do not always agree, but they are intelligent and worth consideration. Still, the poem this morning was a welcome change. I think Emily would have liked it too.

12:01 PM  

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