The Silver Sage
Are you ready? Come on along and read some homespun poetry as well as a jot and tittle regarding distinguished poets and their works. Gael offers a positive balance of her own nostalgia notes and poetic meanderings with those of others. [Editor's note: Gael no longer contributes to Silver Planet, but we have made her archived blog entries available as a service to our readers.]
My Favorite Cats
Do you have a pet? I have always had a dog or two and an assortment
of cats—rescued and otherwise. My favorite cats are of the ordinary
domestic black or “tuxedo” cat variety. As T.S. Eliot wrote in Old
Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, regarding the ebony Bustopher Jones:
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“He’s the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street |
I
had a memorable black kitty named Beau Buster who would answer to
Bustopher, Beau, Boo Boo, and a variety of syllables in between. He was
very shy and wore an impeccable tuxedo shirt and white toe socks with
his coat of fastidious black.
P.S. He had a very kissable pink nose, and this is what he did best:
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Black cat trimmed with white softly rumbling in the night silken creature earns his keep simply purring me to sleep. |
And then I had a sassy dancer named Mr. Watson:
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Shining ebony in the early morning light, soft and warm to my touch. Gentle rumblings from his throat a concerto to awaken me. I watch his stretching become a ballet of silent paws upon the floor in patterns of velvet for me. He hastens morning with his presence and his mew heralds my new day. |
By Gael Stuart
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