Whose posts these are, I think I know
Her blog is in the village, though
She will not see me stopping here,
To read her posts and fill with hope
My little cat must think it queer
To read without a sound in ear
The tv’s off, the ipod’s dimmed,
And only move to wipe a tear
She gives her catnip mouse a shake
To ask if there is some more steak
The only other sounds the purr
Of typing comments and a rate
These posts are lovely, dark and deep
Yet I have secrets I still must keep
And pages to go before I sleep
And pages to go before I sleep.
--- To all the writers who have inspired me to start writing, those who have dared me to keep writing, and those that piss me off enough to make sure I don't forget why I need to write.
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I'm allergic to cats though:{)
with one small flaw that makes me scream.
I'll try to squeeze this comment in
before Air Jordans clog the stream.
Thanks you are enjoying the poem, not sure if Frost was an old curmudgeon, and that's just fine. I have known this poem so long that it was second nature to change the words and keep the framing. Would love to see some other folks versions of it as well.
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