[stylist] Poem - "Dickey" - Final Draft

[William L Houts]

HI Chris,

I didn't come up with the name, as it turns out.  We got these two feral 
cats, and my sister named one of them after our maternal grandfather, 
Richard, who died young.  Ill-omened, I suppose, but then a cat has a 
few lives to spare, if the saying is true.


--Bill



On 7/20/2015 10:05 AM, Chris Kuell via stylist wrote:
> Hey Bill,
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> Sounds like a cat all right.
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> Just curious--how did you come up with the name Dickey?
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> Chris
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> Houts via stylist
> Sent: Saturday, July 18, 2015 12:14 PM
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> Subject: [stylist] Poem - "Dickey" - Final Draft
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> Hello Friends,
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> Here's a little nothing I wrote in praise of Dickey, my cat.  It's a very
> short piece, but I'm thinking of working up a poem cycle about my strange
> little cat:  something, I hope, to sink one's teeth into.  In the meantime,
> it's something a little charming, maybe, to read over Saturday morning
> coffee.
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> --Bill
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> *Dickey*
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> Slender he comes with that curious yowl,
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> that cat-cry, that scolding which yodels me:
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> Attend now!No sleeping or wheeling
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> your dream cogs, your death-stunt which stalls me
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> aggrieved and aglowered, immune to my tongues!
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> Awakeful be, bagful of notions, of nuance
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> and news, and middling strange capers.
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> I'm gouging the door, see,and raging
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> with wind-claws,my tongue-fast demands are
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> supreme: I'm haunting, I'm hunting, I'm king!
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"