I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one
but I can tell you anyhow
I'd rather see than be one.
National Poetry Month 2013 ends next week.
Share a poem today.
No one can deny that puppies and kittens are cute. But the adult animals are the ones that really get to me. The ones with a long history. IF they could talk, what would they say? Would they bemoan their cast-off situation or would they say they are grateful for their temporary digs?
The poem conjured up memories of every cat I've been lucky enough to live with. Sidney, my college campus black kitten. Artie, the tiny long haired guy who made Sid look like a lion. Alvie, the scarred bruiser who went from sewer-pipe cat to best bed buddy-- ever. SamMelvin, the big orange tabby...the cat of my dreams. Dave, a boarder at the shelter until his elderly person died, my daughter's first true love. Bruce, the cat foster cat who picked me. ![]() |
| Flyer distributed to collect supplies for the League |
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| Members of Girl Scout Troop 379 (and one brother) delivering donations to WARL |
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| Girl scouts tour the medical center, including an up close and personal visit with one of the many cats waiting for a new home at the League. |