Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



October first

Puddle on the bed The angry cries of the cat Have called me from deep slumber He is hurt and cannot move Curled in the warm spot against me The angry cries of the cat Crows warn through the cold... Continue Reading →

Sing a Song of Sixpence

The birds were wet today Danced in the tattoo mind Evenly paced, song in the air Flirted in the spray where The House of Finch Braved the assault of The Brewer's Black Bird Pie The blackbirds chased their crow They... Continue Reading →


He fell, dreaming of flying Violent spring wind Subdued caw formed, sound lost To all ears but family Standing sentry, black Against wild blue and green limbs Snapped young white bones Repaired in her soft hands Wait for a wild... Continue Reading →

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