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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2023 03:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • orchidee

    Good write CB.
    One of our two cats rolls over on the ground! She is playing really, but we are careful not to get scratched.
    Our other big Tom cat rolls over a bit too, but can't be bothered with our fussing sometimes. lol.

    • arqios

      Oh yea, Mumble was a feisty one from birth. Named after Mumble of Happy Feet, was also a sigma male, fiercely independent and quite the self-reliant feline.

    • L. B. Mek

      loved this, dear Poet
      took me back to T.S. Eliot
      in style
      and especially a few lines
      from his 'Rhapsody on a Windy Night':
      'The street lamp said, 'Regard that woman
      Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door
      Which opens on her like a grin.
      You see the border of her dress
      Is torn and stained with sand,
      And you see the corner of her eye
      Twists like a crooked pin.'
      (and you know he liked his cats as well
      lol)

      • arqios

        Cat persons tend to write it would seem. LOL But there are quite a number of dog persons that write too. Why that should matter, I have no clue, being both and neither.

      • sorenbarrett

        This is thought provoking and maybe shouldn't be. The chesire cat and I think of Lewis Carrol, then the cat reminds me of Hemmingway and his six toed cats, the upside down smile and things are reversed. The lady from down under, Australia? Is it the rhyme? Freshly frayed? Usually frays take a long time. Browned Gown? How do you brown a gown? In the oven of course. See my poor mind has just gone down a rabbit hole.

        • arqios

          Quite, kind Soren, that is the provocation of mixed metaphors make for a quandarous labyrinth of warrens.



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