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Poem for Sunday and Blizzard Jonah

On a Night of Snow
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet -
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.

Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar -
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!


As you may perhaps have heard, the east coast of the U.S. was hit by a blizzard on Friday. We got over two feet of snow here and couldn't see across the street at some points, though the storm is pretty much over now. We discovered some important things, like juncos can find birdseed buried under several inches of snow and kittens do NOT like cold wet paws. Otherwise, it was a pretty quiet lazy day involving reading, beading, and catching up on Elementary.

According to social media, the person who enjoyed the snow most was Tian Tian, the giant panda who fathered the two young pandas at the National Zoo. Adam reports that he spent a mostly lazy day in College Park, where classes have been canceled for Monday. Paul and I watched the US ladies' figure skating championships, which were very enjoyable (I love Ashley but Gracie deserved it), and now we're watching Saturday Night Live. Birds, cats, and lots of snow:


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