There are tails in the garden
That sway in the air
Like the tips of fine cats
Who expect you to stare.

Gently, I pet them.
Their fur starts to shed.
These cats spread themselves
All over the bed!

(c) Elizabeth Steinglass, 2013, all rights reserved


Just a poem today.

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10 replies
  1. Linda Baie
    Linda Baie says:

    I have brought a bouquet of “tails” into the house, not a good idea. You’ve shown that beautifully Liz. Love those tales that “sway”. (And they do, beautifully!)


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