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Whats for breakfast
Old slippers as they tread the stair
watch for the cat, outstretched or standing
ready to follow you to an empty bowl
she said good morning in a low meow
the mirror of dishevelment
not folded neat like the morning paper
a crumpled packet filled with Quaker
oats, to swell and fill each empty part
a single setting and one cup
watch for the cat, outstretched or standing
ready to follow you to an empty bowl
she said good morning in a low meow
the mirror of dishevelment
not folded neat like the morning paper
a crumpled packet filled with Quaker
oats, to swell and fill each empty part
a single setting and one cup
Published 4th Feb 2020
| Edited 5th Feb 2020
Author's Note
Exploration into Stevie Smiths style
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Anonymous
5th Feb 2020 00:12am
If ONLY it was "the cat" in this house. Try swimming to the coffee pot through a sea of Thirty Cats. It's great to see you studying up on Stevie Smith. This has that lonely crazy cat lady ( or dude ) vibe going on. Only with the One Cat. Not Thirty.
5th Feb 2020 00:32am
I love that you are studying her too! The ending was a powerful punch to being alone, slip. Well done.
Two things—
ready to fol[l]ow you to an e[m]pty bowl
Looking forward to your classic entry!
Two things—
ready to fol[l]ow you to an e[m]pty bowl
Looking forward to your classic entry!
