Monday, February 21, 2011


Deep night. Wind high.
Two AM - or three.
Rain rain rushing by -
Deep night. Wind high.
Somewhere - a cat's cry
Sharp and keen and free.
Deep night. Wind high.
Two AM - or three.

I sat up in bed and recited a version of this a couple of nights ago and was very pleased with myself for having written it while still in bed, only to find on penning it down in the morning that I had made a rather obvious rhyming mistake (using the word 'high' to rhyme with itself).


Mitzi G Burger said...

Lovely poem!

TimT said...

Thanks, though all inspiration is owed to neighbourhood feline Socks, who has taken to prowling around the placed at odd hours.

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