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Cat Burglar

There one lived a cat that could bark,

its owner would perch in the park,

as to lap up the looks

on the faces of crooks,

confused, as they tripped through the dark.

-Amy Struthers

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The Park

Northern pintails brushing blue,

the crescendo of their wings,

weaving windsong into words

some say that, “Up jumped spring.”

 

The rising sun, through veils of dun,

atop a pool of glass

with flitting beams, does bend the streams

to cast a liquid brass.

 

Children fashion cradles,

and white whiskers out of string,

and fumble through foxed pages,

grazing grass on slowing swings.

 

Some, in a pensive mood do trace

the wisps that form the whale,

as froth stirs in a weightless sea

the poets long to sail.

And yet, despite the fluxing airs

that turn the tails to grey,

those perched below,

where quill pens crow,

will write of how they play.

-Amy Struthers