Monday, April 23, 2007

Ode To SlyCat


O Goddess!  hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conchèd ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged SlyCat with awaken'd eyes?
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw my fair SlyCat, couchèd side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
Of leaves and tremblèd blossoms, where there ran
A brooklet, scarce espied:


*with an assist from some human named keats.


5 comments:

Name: Mr. Hendrix said...

aw, that is a nice poem to SlyCat. I'm sure he loves it. It is nice you named your bear after him. Now you can snuggle with your sweetie whenever you miss him!

TheSlyCat said...

I like that poem very much. You are the most beautiful poet I know:) Have a gorgeous day for your gorgeous self!
<3Sly

WW said...

Dearest SlyCat,

I had a wonderful day today thinking of you!

Love,
Skittles, The Cat

Scooby, Shaggy & Scout said...

SlyCat that looks like one awesome place to spend a few hours napping and just hanging out watching birds & squirrels. And when it gets hot, the dirt is nice & cool!

TheSlyCat said...

My Lovely Skittles,
I would LOVE to come visit you in Sun Diego. But I think it's pretty far away. Mom said it's too far to walk in my stroller and I've never been on a plane. I don't like Mom's car either, it scares me. But maybe one day I can convince mom and dad to take me to Sun Diego. You are always welcome here in Chicago. Although it is only warm in the summer and WOW is it hot then! I hope that you are doing well.
<3Sly

Monday, April 23, 2007

Ode To SlyCat


O Goddess!  hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conchèd ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged SlyCat with awaken'd eyes?
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw my fair SlyCat, couchèd side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
Of leaves and tremblèd blossoms, where there ran
A brooklet, scarce espied:


*with an assist from some human named keats.


5 comments:

Name: Mr. Hendrix said...

aw, that is a nice poem to SlyCat. I'm sure he loves it. It is nice you named your bear after him. Now you can snuggle with your sweetie whenever you miss him!

TheSlyCat said...

I like that poem very much. You are the most beautiful poet I know:) Have a gorgeous day for your gorgeous self!
<3Sly

WW said...

Dearest SlyCat,

I had a wonderful day today thinking of you!

Love,
Skittles, The Cat

Scooby, Shaggy & Scout said...

SlyCat that looks like one awesome place to spend a few hours napping and just hanging out watching birds & squirrels. And when it gets hot, the dirt is nice & cool!

TheSlyCat said...

My Lovely Skittles,
I would LOVE to come visit you in Sun Diego. But I think it's pretty far away. Mom said it's too far to walk in my stroller and I've never been on a plane. I don't like Mom's car either, it scares me. But maybe one day I can convince mom and dad to take me to Sun Diego. You are always welcome here in Chicago. Although it is only warm in the summer and WOW is it hot then! I hope that you are doing well.
<3Sly