by: April Halprin Wayland
The scruffy house cat
aches to fly—
she dreams all day of
wings and sky!
So tonight
she climbs the ladder,
mounts a platform,
nothing matters
except to catch
a thin trapeze
then hold on tight
with grace and ease.
She swings herself
by both front paws
then somersaults
to wild applause
of kitchen mice,
who, though dizzy,
encourage Cat,
to keep her busy.
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Tomorrow, I'm going to be one of the judges in a Sidewalk Poetry contest in Marquette, Michigan. The theme is "All Things BIG." Since I'm working on a book of Bigfoot poems, I'm more than a little excited to see the entries for the contest.
In honor of this event tomorrow, I thought I'd share a poem about a BIG thing.
Saint Marty is going to work on a new Bigfoot poem tonight.
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