Tuesday, April 26, 2016


I have so many books, I've started using cats as bookends.

Excerpt from "Catalog" by Rosalie Moore

Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they wake, pull in—
And where the plump's been
There's skin.
Cats walk thin.


A cat condenses.
He pulls in his tail to go under bridges,
And himself to go under fences.
Cats fit
In any size box or kit;
And if a large pumpkin grew under one,
He could arch over it.

from Cat Poems, selected by Myra Cohn Livingston

Cat Poems,
by Myra Cohn Livingston and Trina Schart Hyman
Celebrate National Poetry Month!

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