There are two black cats in this post. One is my old cat Connie (named after the main character in 'Woman on the Edge of Time) She was my first cat after I left home. We found her and her kitten, Meep, in a box in our back yard in Leicester. We did try to find owners but they had obviously been left there. One big, scary man came round, just wanting the kitten (Meep was a beautiful grey colour) but we refused. Connie was a beautiful and gentle cat. She had such a lovely nature. She was pure black but used to go a bit rusty in the summer! This painting is of her in our back garden in another house. She had two friends who visited-black and white boy cats who are always friendly. One was called 'One Eye' (for obvious reasons) and the other 'two eye' We also had Meep, Boris and later Halo (after Halo Jones!) It was a very catty house!The other cat is in this Thomas Hardy poem. I heard on the news this morning that it was international poetry day so I started thinking about this poem. I can find no reference to today in that way on the internet though so I may have it wrong! Andy loves poetry and has shown me many of his favourites over the years. This is one of my favourites.
Snow In The Suburbs
Every branch big with it,
Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
The palings are glued together like a wall,
And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.
A sparrow enters the tree,
Whereon immediately
A snow-lump thrice his own slight size
Descends on him and showers his head and eyes,
And overturns him,
And near inurns him,
And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.
The steps are a blanched slope,
Up which, with feeble hope,
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
And we take him in.
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