Now about those ghosts. I'm sure they're here and I'm not half so alarmed at meeting up with any of them as I am at having to meet the live nuts I have to see every day.
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There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
~ William Shakespeare from Henry V ~
the kitten holds it down
just a moment...
fallen leaf
~ Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue ~
He twists and crouches and capers
And bares his curved sharp claws,
And he sings to the stars of the jungle nights
Ere cities were, or laws.
~ Don Marquis from "The Tom-Cat" ~
But catnip she would eat, and purr,
But catnip she would eat, and purr.
And goldfish she did much prefer--
Mew, mew, mew.
~ Vachel Lindsay ~
Pussy sits beside the fire. How can she be fair?
In walks a little doggy, "Pussy, are you there?"
~ Mother Goose nursery rhyme ~
A cat came fiddling out of a barn.
With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm:
She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,
The mouse has married the bumble-bee;
Pipe, cat—dance, mouse,
We'll have a wedding at our good house.
~ Mother Goose ~