Jun 2015
I have shorn the hair of Samson
And the tiger's claws unsheathed
I have spit into the hurricane
And defied as fires breathed
The minutest one is fastest
And the closest one to me
The largest is the strongest
The most likely to break free
The middle is most cunning
Spits and growls at my resolve
Yet I face the fearsome challenge
As should one the more evolved
I have bravely fought the battle
To triumphant victory
As I fiercely clip the claws
Of not just one cat, but all three
Cori MacNaughton
20Mar2001
And the tiger's claws unsheathed
I have spit into the hurricane
And defied as fires breathed
The minutest one is fastest
And the closest one to me
The largest is the strongest
The most likely to break free
The middle is most cunning
Spits and growls at my resolve
Yet I face the fearsome challenge
As should one the more evolved
I have bravely fought the battle
To triumphant victory
As I fiercely clip the claws
Of not just one cat, but all three
Cori MacNaughton
20Mar2001
Anyone with cats will understand. ;-)
We have three cats again - in the poem I was referring to all girls, whereas now we have all boys. Wonderful and loving creatures either way.
This poem has been read in public, at the Oxygen Bar in Dunedin, Florida, and published in an online journal which no longer exists.
We have three cats again - in the poem I was referring to all girls, whereas now we have all boys. Wonderful and loving creatures either way.
This poem has been read in public, at the Oxygen Bar in Dunedin, Florida, and published in an online journal which no longer exists.
