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The sunny slow lulling afternoon yawns and moons through
the dozy town. The sea lolls, laps and idles in, with
fishes sleeping in its lap. The meadows still as Sunday,
the shut-eye tasselled bulls, the goat-anddaisy dingles,
nap happy and lazy. The dumb duck-ponds snooze. Clouds sag
and pillow on Llaregyb Hill. Pigs grunt in a wet
wallow-bath, and smile as they snort and dream.... 
Sitting at the open window of Schooner House, blind Captain Cat hears all the morning of the town. Who pulls the townhall bellrope but blind Captain Cat in sailor's cap and seaboots, announces to-day with his loud get-out-of-bed bell. 
Quote from 'Under Milk Wood', by Dylan Thomas.

captain cat

At the Sailor Arms

Old sailor, clad in stone
anchored to the turf,
like a marble statue,
a careless navigator
washed up by the sea,
tastes the sting of salt
feels the wind whipped sand, burn the skin,
squints pitted eyes, staring out, leaning in
to the sun, rising from the sea.
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