Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect proposed writing a poem about “what’s not there” based on this poem.
Missing the Huntress
no soft diluted calico fur
purring weight
upon me while
asleep
no more treats
those
disemboweled mice
population explosion
now
no catnip frenzied feline
missing the huntress
Mocha has been gone four months. The mice know it. Miss her terribly.


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JanePoet ~ JP/deb // November 10, 2009 at 4:36 am |
I have a special place in my heart for calicos … particularly miss one that I grew up with. Lovely tribute to your huntress.
Cheers, peace and love,
JP/deb