the morning
doesn’t hide
too far away.
neither do
tiny voyeurs
in cold hurry.
losing time
and seeds
for big skies.
I witness
youth’s trying
and gawky flukes.
every week
she’s finding
gold in quartz.
Cat No. 44 of the 500 Cats Project
Five Hundred Cats, Poetry, Past & Present
the morning
doesn’t hide
too far away.
neither do
tiny voyeurs
in cold hurry.
losing time
and seeds
for big skies.
I witness
youth’s trying
and gawky flukes.
every week
she’s finding
gold in quartz.
Cat No. 44 of the 500 Cats Project
Beautiful! Love the last stanza.
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Thank you so much. Looking forward to reading your writing!
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I saw this and thought: there’s a 500 cats project? Where?!?! and then I found it. I have read two and they are so interestingly and sympathetically written I want to read them all!
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Oh my goodness. I’m flattered. Thank you so much for reading!
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Welcome! Just like any idea with writing, it could have been awful but from what I seen so far actually really neat! Great poetry and thank you for sharing.
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And I think I’m going to be enthralled with the blog you have…
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Oh MY goodness. Certainly my turn to be flattered. Thanks so much!
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