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Saturday, March 16, 2002

Sting Again

I have no time to write anything, but tinned biscuits are better than nothing when suddenly you've got company.

And so, of course, I post cat pictures. Unfortunately, I have no camera or cat.* Here's one I borrowed from Stevie "Not Waving but Drowning" Smith.

The Singing Cat

It was a little captive cat
Upon a crowded train
His mistress takes him from his box
To ease his fretful pain.

She holds him tight upon her knee
The graceful animal
And all the people look at him
He is so beautiful.

But oh he pricks and oh he prods
And turns upon her knee
Then lifteth up his innocent voice
In plaintive melody.

He lifteth up his innocent voice
He lifteth up, he singeth
And to each human countenance
A smile of grace he bringeth.

He lifteth up his innocent paw
Upon her breast he clingeth
And everybody cries, Behold
The cat, the cat that singeth.

He lifteth up his innocent voice
He lifteth up, he singeth
And all the people warm themselves
In the love his beauty bringeth.




* That's a damned lie. I have a cat. But you wouldn't want pictures.

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