Sassy, The Cat
It caught her eye; she sat and stared
Quite to her surprise; on end her hair
She'd seen before; but always missed
The image clearly; made her hiss
How she glares; Oh that fierce face
Tail swishing wildly; In a jealous pace
Those squinted eyes; And layed back ears
"I am the Queen Cat living here"
My feline thinks; she's not alone
When she walks by; my mirroed curio
kittylilly commented on Sassy, The Cat
10-30-2009
kittylilly commented on Sassy, The Cat
10-30-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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