
Cat with the snow falling
Contemplates the spaces where the snow is not,
The sliding spaces that come and go
Talking of Micheal Angelo
And of nothing
Filling and falling,
Falling.
Cat confused for an instant by the particular,
That piece of snow that will not go,
The one that makes a streak and catches the eye
But then her eyes cannot follow it any more
And it falls with all the rest
Merges into the general white,
The soft white
Falling
Falling
Falling.
For Kate. 1962- 2021

Lovely post and pictures. xx
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She is a thoughtful cat Xx
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What a lovely picture! I don’t really have any photos of Catorze in the snow, apart from one where he is posing unsavourily next to a Hounslow Council food waste bin. 🤣🤣🤣
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Wonderful!
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I liked your poetry, Cathy, with the wonderful description of the cat’s eyes following the snow. A sweet and peaceful moment with your beautiful feline. Lovely semi-silhouette photos, too.
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It was inspired by sad news of mortality, but Pixie didn’t know:
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