Friday, September 22, 2006
A pear-shaped cat contemplates the autumnal equinox
When the earth tips toward winters’ jaws,
May the Great Cat protect you all
And send you a harvest of mousie paws.
And for your humans, a bottle of wine
To complement the harvest moon.
For ripeness is all, as the poet said
And winter snows will come too soon.
Tags: catymology cats poetry
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