Robert Bly, cat poem!

Cat and kitten poems for a Friday night.

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It was a little like the night wind, which is soft,
And moves slowly, sighing like an old woman
In her kitchen late at night, moving pans
About, lighting a fire, making some food for the cat.

Robert Bly

 
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