The yellow tom-cat, sunk in shifting fur,
Changes and dreams, a phosphorescent blur.
~ Yvor Winters from "Sonnet to the Moon" ~
Photo by Kerri Lee Smith.
The yellow tom-cat, sunk in shifting fur,
Changes and dreams, a phosphorescent blur.
~ Yvor Winters from "Sonnet to the Moon" ~
I am so aching to write
The I could make a song out of a chess-board
And rhyme the intrigues of knights and bishops
And the hollow fate of a checkmated king.
~ Amy Lowell from "Still Life"~
Your purr sounds like the blowing of feathers in a wind;
It is a strangely comfortable sound,
And there is no other,
For the night smiles and says nothing.
~ Amy Lowell from "After an Illness" ~