Same time.
Earth's face in shadow,
fingers spread apart.
One eye in daylight,
on the other side.
9/23/2025
@copyright July 31, 2011
O might there be a scrap for me?
A piece of cheese, a drop of ghee?
A school of catfish in a lake?
a cherry pie,
a chocolate cake?
An ear of corn, a stalk of wheat?
A pound of ham? A rack of meat?
O can't you see my furtive glance?
My stifled lurch?
My open hand?
My faith in god in disarray?
My empty dish and watchful eye?
"Dear Sir,
I beg to be set free
--that I were you
and you were me."
sincerely, your cat
![]() |
Stag : series I (White Hart). |