Big house cat, lying on
The sweet-spot of my bed,
Looks up at me, unmoving...
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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ReplyDeleteI always loved sharing space on the bed with our housecats when we were young. I also remember the nightly ritual of Dad's stalking into each of our bedrooms patting the covers looking for the elusive cat craving warmth on a winter night.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was older I asked Mom why he always hunted down our cats to lock them in the basement for the night and she replied that Dad got up early and worked hard and didn't want the nighttime interupptions.
Interesting how things change upon his retirement and the cats now rule the house.