We should
sit like a cat
and wait for the door
to open.
— from “Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry,” by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison
Lawn ornament
We should
sit like a cat
and wait for the door
to open.
— from “Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry,” by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison
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The photo reminds me of a book. “Death In The Long Grass” by Peter Capstick
Or perhaps. …
huh…I always thought The Tokens were black. Great song though. There’s quite a history to that song from what I remember from some podcast I listened too years ago.
It’s a textbook case in which the venality of the music industry is on full display. Those bandits would steal the pennies off their dead grannies’ eyes.
Did you know R.E.M. did a cover version? True fact. And not bad.
I’d like to hear a Tom Waits cover myself. I don’t think he’d be able to hit the high notes, though.
I was a big REM fan and I’ve never heard that before. Thanks.
I take it your critter won’t go over the proverbial fence and off into the wild?
Look closely at the image and you’ll see a hint of the harness with retractable lead that Miss Mia wears whenever she’s in the Great Out of Doors. Herself was on the other end of the lead.
We learned our lesson after Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment) came home after an outing with a wound that he managed to conceal from us. It turned into an abscess, which turned into a very expensive visit to the vet. Not even The Mighty Turk was the biggest lion in the Bibleburg jungle.
Back in grad school, I let Paco, the big tabby, run the hood. One night I came home from work and saw that he had tangled with a car, with predictable outcome.
Buried the little guy in one of my favorite sweaters.
They don’t all sit and wait, some caterwaul and climb on the screen of the screendoor.
Catless and Dogless
By mortality and fate
Sadness and misdirected
Wandering without aim
Missing greatly
the friendships of the past
May I soon trip over
the happiness and companionship
of the future