[stylist] Ode To There-There

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

This would be a truly fun poem to read aloud.  Good job.

Shawn

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Something I dashed off, hope you like it. I haven’t written poetry in a while, but I like the musical of consonant and vowel.

Ode to There-There

He sits at my side like a guide dog,
Small and feline,
His ears pricked up.

My sightless hand finds those thin-tipped silkies, They fall underneath, Flap and flutter against my skin, thapp-a-papp-papp they say,

Thapp, thapp, thapp,
He brushes his swivelling ears over my palm.
Pap-pap-papp!
Firecracker sound, butterfly touch,
He rolls on the floor,
Side to side, his earflaps flattened
He grabs my hands in his paws,
purrs, pretends to bite

Writhing, stretching his sleek neck,
Lithe, limber, his flaps flex again
Purr so loud it squeaks.
I melt in adoration

Oh, There-There, I know your truth,
You're no more a cat than I am,
Your secret's safe with me,
Angel.
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