Languid as I lay purring on that bough
Ruffling my fur, feeling fur breeze blowsy
Dozing not sleeping, little creatures stirring
Muzzling not my yawn, excuse the fishy fawn
Of last night's supper. And now to kip, alas I slip
birds twittering to my chagrin
oh faugh faugh faugh
My claws, my paws, my jaws - mia ow meow
soon fading in the dusk my handsome grin
into that curs net - o quelle noire bete
must i be skinned by foul hunter, my death
...but wait...
i see a little mouse, a little mouse
doing the fandango
mighty it might be - to help me
it could bite me free...then be a bite for me
but how lazuli my lapis eyes do gleam
while i sing the blues oh yes it rhymes with
the obvious
on that will poets write reams
of doggerel
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Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
