Poetry Meme from sdemory

[treeskin]

If you see this on your friend's page, post a poem of which you are currently fond (your own or someone else's).


For Tuffy

Wound up at birth
and set to run rampant and
tabby through life, you lost
a spring at five and have been
winding down ever since.
Little hand on the twelve, big hand on the
two, we are not sure
you can make it another hour.



Written and shared last May by classics_cat