Mr. Wizard sings the song of his people
*with nod, after a fashion, to Mary Oliver (it is always a good morning to read “Invitation”).
He is entirely and seriously himself
a black and white cowcat of limited grace
one weepy eye, a polka dot heel, he is
A Fluffy and Delightful
nuisance seeking a missile, a cat that is
such a puppy, at home in fetch and following.
He wanders the house again & again
seeking
Knowledge &
Chaos &
his very best friends
His Favorite redbird toy chirps merrily from his maw all along his loop
he is singing
“awooo awooo,
won’t someone be alive with me on this fresh morning?”
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There is always room in the world for good cat poems, and this one is truly fun. “black & white cowcat” is genius.
Ahhh, you capture the spirit of cat well, and especially this one ” a black and white cowcat of limited grace
one weepy eye, a polka dot heel”