Cat, sitting

Miss Mia Sopaipilla on the cushions.

We should

sit like a cat

and wait for the door

to open.

—”Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry,” by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison

Tags: Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry, Jim Harrison, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, Poetry, Ted Kooser

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9 Responses to “Cat, sitting”

Pat O'Brien Says:
April 5, 2020 at 9:43 am | Reply
The soft and supple will prevail.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  April 5, 2020 at 10:04 am | Reply
  She does this all the time. Like Bodhidharma facing the cave wall for nine years.
SAO' Says:
April 5, 2020 at 9:56 am | Reply
I could sit and stare at most every Wyeth as well.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  April 5, 2020 at 10:12 am | Reply
  For some reason we have two copies of that print. One in the master bedroom, and another in the guest bedroom. Ol’ Andy got his money out of us, that’s for sure.
  - SAO' Says:
    April 5, 2020 at 12:05 pm | Reply
    My mom was a bit of a JFK nut, not because of his politics or the whole Camelot thing, but because her high school band march in his inauguration. So when LTC Dad was assigned to Aberdeen Proving Grounds, we spent a good hunk of time at the Brandywine museum , which was at the time basically an NC/Andrew/Jamie collection. That was some family.
khal spencer Says:
April 5, 2020 at 3:08 pm | Reply
dog sighs
curled up on a mattress
wondering when
it will be time to eat
Pat O'Brien Says:
April 5, 2020 at 7:32 pm | Reply
Age

Hair is gray and thin
Wrinkled hands have touched much
What have they witnessed
Patrick O'Grady Says:
April 5, 2020 at 7:45 pm | Reply
I feast on the wall
Yet my stomach growls
Where the food at, bitch?
khal spencer Says:
April 5, 2020 at 9:30 pm | Reply
Old fart
trying to write poems
struggling with ideas
we get this

burma shave