POETRY PREMIERE FROM THE SCARRIET EDITORS

SIGHING

The rain sighs, the fish is fed,
The cats watch my every move—
No longer feline interested,
Am I the god they think is smooth?

I call them by the names I give,
But this affection is not theirs.
I wildly attempt to speak to them—
But they have other cares.

Sarah has a song I sing
To her, and her alone—
But Sophie licks her inner paw
And dreams another tone.

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3 Comments

  1. August 30, 2011 at 11:43 pm

  2. noochinator said,

    June 10, 2015 at 3:19 pm

    Four years later, do you still love Sarah the best?

  3. thomasbrady said,

    June 10, 2015 at 7:36 pm

    Sophie, her sister, died last year. Sarah now tolerates and occasionally chases and smacks a male kitten (nephew) Zeus.


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