It’s hard to leap from beam to beam,
On the old railway bridge these days,
the gap is further than it might seem,
In the grey and blue haze.
My whiskers are grey and I have lost my fur,
I can’t hear as well as I should,
When I was younger I would leap and purr,
As spritely as a young Cat could.
On the Railway bridge there nowhere to hide,
All I see is hungry dogs waiting on the other side.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Such a great metaphor of age but even as personification alone it holds its own. Lovely
Thank very much
On the human side of things it’s hard to explain but the cat’s tale covered the most salient bases.
Thank you for your insight.Much appreciated
Great write
Thank you very much
You're welcome
Good write D.
Thank you for commentng.
Good words, with age our minds still think we can do the things we used to but nowadays it is just wishful thinking David.
Andy
Ain't that the Truth.Still a lot of fun to be had.Thanks for commenting
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