i've been thinking about starting a daily cat poem thread to go along with the cat quote and joke threads. would anyone be interested?
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the cat poem thread
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either or we could do both. i'm studying poetry for my course and have come across so many lovely cat poems that i thought you guys might like
I don't know why but this poem always reduces me to tears.
http://www.poetry-archive.com/y/the_..._the_moon.html
http://www.poetry-archive.com/y/the_..._the_moon.html
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could you copy and paste it for me please? the link didnt work
I retyped it and it works for me now. I'm ashamed to admit I don't know how to copy and paste. Do you know how I can learn?Originally Posted by maverick_kitten
could you copy and paste it for me please? the link didnt work
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it worked this time. must be my computer! here it is:
THE CAT AND THE MOON
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
HE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
THE CAT AND THE MOON
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
HE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
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to copy and paste i think you left click then drag the cursor over the text you want. when it tunrs blue right click and press copy.
i'm using a laptop so a little nsure how it works with a mouse!
i'm using a laptop so a little nsure how it works with a mouse!
I'm just so pleased as punch that you did that for me! I've wanted to present it to cat site folks for awhile.
That little poem that's part of your siggie -- is there more to it? It's very charming and just so cat-like.
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Pinkle Purr
By A. A. Milne
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by and by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her,
"I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all he did he did with her.
"Two friends together," says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo.
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So "See you later," says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo...
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
"Dear little Tat," says Pinkle Purr.
(now i'm just showing off! lol)
By A. A. Milne
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by and by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her,
"I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all he did he did with her.
"Two friends together," says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo.
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So "See you later," says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo...
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
"Dear little Tat," says Pinkle Purr.
(now i'm just showing off! lol)
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i didnt write mine, its by a.a milne, the guy who invented winne the pooh. if you write poetry maybe you could give me some tips? i have to write some for creative writing class.
heres a poem for you all today. it's about a cat called scarlett who saved her babies from a fire:http://www.moggies.co.uk/html/scarlett.html
Why is Everybody So Surprised That I Saved My Furry Five?
Why is everyone so surprised
that I saved my furry five;
that in spite of pain and danger
I brought them out alive?
True my eyes were barely open
but I heard their frantic wails;
through smoke and flames I saw
scorched ears and burning tails.
Every trip was a burdened choice
but I could make no other.
The rescuers have called me cat...
but I am also "mother."
Author - Rosemary Asmussen
heres a poem for you all today. it's about a cat called scarlett who saved her babies from a fire:http://www.moggies.co.uk/html/scarlett.html
Why is Everybody So Surprised That I Saved My Furry Five?
Why is everyone so surprised
that I saved my furry five;
that in spite of pain and danger
I brought them out alive?
True my eyes were barely open
but I heard their frantic wails;
through smoke and flames I saw
scorched ears and burning tails.
Every trip was a burdened choice
but I could make no other.
The rescuers have called me cat...
but I am also "mother."
Author - Rosemary Asmussen
Minnow, go to sleep and dream,
Close your great big eyes;
Round your bed events prepare
The pleasantest surprise.
Darling Minnow, drop that frown,
Just cooperate,
Not a kitten shall be drowned
In the Marxist State.
Joy and Love will both be yours,
Minnow, don't be glum.
Happy days are coming soon -
Sleep, and let them come.
Elizabeth Bishop - "Lullaby for the Cat"
Close your great big eyes;
Round your bed events prepare
The pleasantest surprise.
Darling Minnow, drop that frown,
Just cooperate,
Not a kitten shall be drowned
In the Marxist State.
Joy and Love will both be yours,
Minnow, don't be glum.
Happy days are coming soon -
Sleep, and let them come.
Elizabeth Bishop - "Lullaby for the Cat"
