Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Alley Cat Love Song by Dana Gioia

Gir, in cat heaven, I guess.
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Alley Cat Love Song
By Dana Gioia

Come into the garden, Fred,
For the neighborhood tabby is gone.
Come into the garden, Fred.
I have nothing but my flea collar on,
And the scent of catnip has gone to my head.
I'll wait by the screen door till dawn.

The fireflies court in the sweetgum tree.
The nightjar calls from the pine,
And she seems to say in her rhapsody,
"Oh, mustard-brown Fred, be mine!"
The full moon lights my whiskers afire,
And the fur goes erect on my spine.

I hear the frogs in the muddy lake
Croaking from shore to shore.
They've one swift season to soothe their ache.
In autumn they sing no more.
So ignore me now, and you'll hear my meow
As I scratch all night at the door.

from:  Interrogations at Noon, 2001
My brain is tabula rasa lately but for....I forget what. 
I am so sad about the evil happening in our world...those 200 girls kidnapped in Nigeria by those wicked, cruel COWARDS just breaks my heart and pisses me off royally.  As the mother of 2 daughters, I cannot imagine the pain their families must be enduring.... My prayers are with them all....
"I brought children into this dark world because it needed the light that only a child can bring." ~Liz Armbruster


Kelly said...

I love the poem AND the sweet picture of Gir.


Wine and Words said...

It does seem to be a more peaceful life to be a cat, or a dog, or a bird, or anything with a brain less fractured. (hugs) My Marion. Love ya!