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Poem for Saturday, The Emperor's New Cloak, Seabirds

Opus 181
By Arthur Davison Ficke

Skeptical cat,
Calm your eyes, and come to me.
For long ago, in some palmed forest,
I too felt claws curling
Within my fingers...
Moons wax and wane;
My eyes, too, once narrowed and widened...
Why do you shrink back?
Come to me: let me pat you--
Come, vast-eyed one...
Or I will spring upon you
And with steel-hook fingers
Tear you limb from limb...

There were twins in my cradle...


This will be a quickie because I'm behind again on lots of things, but I have Adam home for winter break already and Daniel arriving tomorrow after his last final (on a Saturday, harrumph, though he is happy already because he got an A+ in his very difficult OS class). Apart from picking Adam up in College Park and having lunch with him and Paul, my day mostly involved chores and work, including posting a review of Deep Space Nine's "The Emperor's New Cloak" and getting my laundry out of the dryer so Adam could put his in.

It was clear but quite chilly, though not too cold for a couple of bunnies near sunset. We had dinner with my parents, then we came home and watched American Psycho because Adam had not seen it and I wanted to remind him not to turn into a soulless automaton on Wall Street. Now Ben Stiller is on Jimmy Fallon's show and I read a tiny spoiler today that turned the third Night at the Museum movie from a "when I get to it" to "MUST SEE NOW!" movie. Because the solstice is coming fast, here are a couple of shore birds from California:


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