The cat in the window admires
the sparrows. Longing trembles
from the back of her throat. She loves
the quills of the feathers, the little stick
feet, the delicate veins in the wings.
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04 June 2004
God Is Watching Us
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That was beautiful!
Posted by: Monkey | 04 June 2004 at 07:06 PM
I just put a bell on my little god, as he was loving too many sparrows.
Posted by: mjones | 04 June 2004 at 07:17 PM
I just wanted to say Hi. I've been floating around for a couple of weeks. Love your poetry. Peace :)
Posted by: laura | 05 June 2004 at 12:18 AM
More, Sharon, more.
Posted by: Ivy | 05 June 2004 at 12:33 PM
A favorite old song of mine is by Sam Phillips, the turning CD; "God Is Watching You." Sam's newest release is out this month on Nonsuch, A Boot And A Shoe.
Thrive!,
O
Posted by: O | 06 June 2004 at 07:03 PM