Thursday, October 31, 2013

Calico Cat with Southern Exposure

Nothing fishy about this one, 
Asleep and curled 
Up like a furry worm 
In the warm winter 
Sunlight outside 
The fishmonger’s open door. 

Even one with a fuzzy poetic 
Imagination can guess that 
She’s dreaming of nothing fancy— 
Fish heads, bones, a special place 
In the sun, nothing more. 


  1. For those who appreciate the study of the mysteries of the lives of cats, this will be a masterpiece.

    Sometimes "nothing more" can be more than we'll ever guess.

  2. Tom,

    I shall have to translate this into Greek and show it to a good poet friend who lives in a neighboring village and has--at last count--more than thirty!


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