intro for
the world
through
the eyes
of a cat...
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what the cat saw...
mgrnaw!... says sand
settling dusk.. sun-
light wakes me up...
what leads from there
the wind decides...
what do i see today...
cinnamon is a persian
short-haired who could
just as easily have been
called tawney...
she's speckled-white like
she was sitting in the
sand and moves on right
angles as young cats do...
thinks cinnamon... mghnrnaw!
sometimes people ask me
where tawney is to
so i tell them, she's in B.C.
with hope and her mom
in the okanagan valley
where it never snows...
that may sound crazy
unless you know the story
through cinnamon's eyes
one day...
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