Emily Dickinson’s Cat

She sights a Bird – she chuckles –

She flattens – then she crawls –

She runs without the look of feet –

Her eyes increase to Balls –

Her Jaws stir – twitching – hungry –

Her Teeth can hardly stand –

She leaps, but Robin leaped the first –

Ah, Pussy, of the Sand –

The Hopes so juicy ripening –

You almost bathed your Tongue –

When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes –

And fled with every one –

        ~ Emily Dickinson

Ernest & William, who would love to run without the look of feet


A fellow blogger introduced me to this poem. I would link to her blog but haven’t been able to find the post again. When I do, I’ll share.

#ROW80 8/7 & 100 Words

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On Sunday, I wrote on assignment: 100 words.

The assignment was extraordinary because someone asked me to write it.

People don’t often ask me to write. I usually ask myself, and then I either grant or refuse my own request.

If I want me to write a blog post, I write it.

If I want me to write something requiring effort, I make a list of all the housework I need to do, and then I sit down and start an old P. D. James mystery on Netflix and immerse myself in e-mail.

Or I take Ernest to the vet.

Never mind. That was last week. Monday has arrived, and with it new resolve.

Today: Draft new Molly scenes and send to critique group.

I’d like to add a sunny little punch line here. If one occurs to me later, I’ll add it.


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