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Stray (Free verse) by Corey McHattan There's a stray
that sends a screeching, scraping yowl
grinding down my spine
at night
as I
no friend of cats
(nor any other beast
if truth be told)
supinely ceiling-watch
as sleep slip-slides away.
Three weeks of this, and then
a month!
A new home
of all-hour-interruptions
like that of newborn parents
but
without cherubic smiles
and tiny grasping doll-hands,
circling my finger,
rendering wakefulness worthwhile.
Then one day
across the gap-toothed paling fence
I aired my grievance to a neighbour.
He nodded, sagely, but I could tell
full agreement was withheld.
After a pause,
he told me
my tormentor had been
abandoned
by the couple I'd replaced.
Ever since, my good neighbour had,
pity-struck, fed, and tended the cat
while I had moaned
saving pity only for myself.
The cat still yelps, scrapes, screams, but somehow
its fur has grown more lustrous, and today,
I surprised myself;
on my way out the porch, I reached down
ran my fingers through its coat, and was rewarded
with a powerful, pent-up purr.
Up the ladder:
Oldfinger
Down the ladder:
Midnight in the Garden
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.375
Posted: July 25, 2002 1:09 AM PDT; Last modified: July 25, 2002 1:09 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.211096 Overall Rank: 970 Comments:
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25-Jul-02/8:37 AM
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nice twist
Great description...I almost felt as if I were there :-)
bast agrees..8/10 prose are best horse radished and chewed well.
V good. 8. I am a cat man myself, but bias apart, a very worthwhile effort.
A consciousness raising poem; thank you, Corey. At my alma mater, George Mason U., bands of feral cats wander the campus, howling like lonely, lost soul choirs every night. Students regularly throw cats out at the end of the semester.
You are a fantastic writer, and I am a cat, so I give you a 10, if for nothing else, but that.
First an apology to other users of this site if I take a quick moment to try and contact an old friend....
Hi Corey. My name is Becki Caddy, and I live in Conwall in the UK. I am wondering if you are the same Corey McHattan that came to Cornwall about 10 years ago with your family. If you are not, then please ignore the rest of the email, if by some amazing coincidence you are, then please read on!! I kept in touch with your sister Holly for quite a few years after your exchange to Mount Hawke, but our letters petered out 4/5 years ago. I was looking through some old boxes and found some of Holly's letters and wanted to get in touch. Anyway, i'll get to the point. I found in the White Pages online that your Mum and Dad still live in Coffs Harbour, and was planning on writing a letter, but being an impatient 21st century gal, I decided to try to find an email address instead. I've only found 1 mention of Holly on the net, recording her achievment on finishing Orara High School in 2001, so I'm guessing she's at college now. I did however find several mentions of your name, and I'm hoping I've found the right guy! I'd appreciate it if you could let me know if I have, and pass on my address to Holly/pass on hers to me if you can. My email address is caddyrj@hotmail.com Thanks for listening to my babble! Sorry to trouble you, Becki Caddy. 198 view(s)
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