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Wed 30 Jun, 2010 03:49 pm
Everyday,
my feline friends and I
go outside to roll in dirt.
There on backs and butts,
that common ground receives
domestic fur and indoor skin.
Briefly, we are one--
a tribal quorum of man and cats
joined in holy, rolling ritual.
Everyday,
this sacred moment comes,
then goes
to birds and words…
My dogs and i
Throw daggers at cats
For digging up the vegetables
And pooing in the gaps
Smiling at us
Through the hedge
Tuna on their breath
Waiting for
The birds to fledge
To claw them to their death
Scream thee, screech thee
Through the night
Wail thee, through the day
Slyly sneak thee, strew thy blight
Dream thyself away
Hope you don't mind me throwing this in Bill - I've had some bad experiences with domesticated cats. I forgive them, but That's only because I can't catch the little monsters.
All my kindest regards, my friend!
Mark...
@mark noble,
My preference is that after 40 views and only 1 response it would not have been your "my poem trumps yours" reply. I forgive you, but only because I can't catch you...
@qwertyportne,
Hi Bill!
I never compete. But I really enjoy joining in - Thank you for the initial inspiration!
Do people really do that "trumping" thing?
Kindest of ilken regards, my friend!
Mark...
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