The Cat
Spies above our eyes
Poe lies, no cat so lowly
foolish -- a reader of minds no
blinds. Snow arriving unlike his
paws, no cat to see from where
Carl sat – the cat more slick
as snow will snap, not
a twig nor limb weightless --
No wonder, his image set in
marble in temple, the consort
of witches, a comfort for both
old and child...the cat will
always beguile, the unwritten
Precious of Gollum….
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