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Feeling Feline-friendly right now, so here's the first of some poems from a collection called Scottish Cats published in 2013; hardback, by Birlinn.
Familiar by Valerie Thornton
When I lie on the rug
the cat settles
in the small of my back
and we are a camel.
When I sit on the chair
in my big woolly jumper
the cat burrows under
and we're seven months gone.
When I stand by the window
longing to fly
my wings are rolled up
purring, across my shoulders.
When I'm trying to sleep
on a cold winter's night
I am near stifled
by a rumbling fur hat.
When I'm cooking our fish
and she tries to be slippers
I am a stumbling monster
she, a mouse under the dresser.
Valerie Thornton (b.1954)
Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,
Kerk TehKek
Familiar by Valerie Thornton
When I lie on the rug
the cat settles
in the small of my back
and we are a camel.
When I sit on the chair
in my big woolly jumper
the cat burrows under
and we're seven months gone.
When I stand by the window
longing to fly
my wings are rolled up
purring, across my shoulders.
When I'm trying to sleep
on a cold winter's night
I am near stifled
by a rumbling fur hat.
When I'm cooking our fish
and she tries to be slippers
I am a stumbling monster
she, a mouse under the dresser.
Valerie Thornton (b.1954)
Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,
Kerk TehKek
