From Etsy via Google Images. Artist unknown. |
THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO. before people looked at pictures of cats on the internet. people read short poems about cats. on the internet.
neko no koi (cats in love)
Matsuo BashÅ (1644 – 1694)
(Translator unknown)
cats in love
when they stop in my bedroom
a hazy moon
She sights a Bird
Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
She sights a Bird——she chuckles——
She flattens——then she crawls——
She runs without the look of feet——
Her eyes increase to Balls——
Her Jaws stir——twitching——hungry——
Her Teeth can hardly stand——
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first——
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening——
You almost bathed your Tongue——
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes——
And fled with every one——
Poem
William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963)
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
Fog
Carl Sandburg (1878 – 1967)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
listen you one-balled twit, wouldn't it be nice if __ queers like yourself would abstain from flaunting evolutionary bestowed endowments that are meant for god-knows-why'es'es-esses. Yes, i fully admit i am jealous of your ball sack, as in singular.
ReplyDeletethank you.
Ursula Ziegler ( -1983)
ReplyDeleteThe Queef (bolded)
your hair
whose color i do not know
speaks of ___
i am notified.
I was wondering where you went!
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