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April 4, 2008

God Is Watching Us [an old poem]

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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.

You will find more (prosaic, and possibly even poetic) cat blogging here:

The Carnival of the Cats, now at Musings of a Mad Macedonian; this Sunday it will be at CatSynth
Weekend Cat Blogging last weekend was at CatSynth; this weekend you will find it at Bad Kitty Cats
Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is at Pet's Garden Blog and will be at Mind of Mog;
and, last but certainly not least,
Friday Ark #185 at Modulator

Friday Cat Blogging 2008, NaPoWriMo

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Modulator

April 4, 2008 at 9:50 am

Friday Ark #185

We’ll post links to sites that have Friday (plus or minus a few days) photos of their chosen animals (photoshops at our discretion and humans only in supporting roles). Watch the Exception category for rocks, beer, coffee cups, and….? Visit all the b…

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Crafty Green poet

April 6, 2008 at 2:19 am

You’ve captured the cat very well there!

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CatSynth (Amar and Luna)

April 6, 2008 at 9:16 pm

What a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
Of course, we like that you included a black cat photo 😉
Thanks for participating in Carnival of the Cats. It’s now posted:
http://www.ptank.com/catsynth/index.php?entry=entry080406-163246

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Ancestral (Artificial )Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

God Is Watching Us [an old poem]

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