The Welcomest Murderer
A poem by Evelyn West, whose opinions aren't necessarily those of the publisher.
We're on the road again this weekend for Mrs. Tycoon's annual swim across a river, and not just any river, but a river that Woody Guthrie wrote songs about. When Woody Guthrie's writing songs about your river, you know you've got a real river on your hands. Let me tell you, watching people swim across a river is exhausting. By the time they've all hauled themselves the other side, I expect I'll be good and spent.
So my promises of a real article this week were entirely fraudulent.
Here, instead, is an offering from our poetic office assistant, Evelyn.
In Praise of Other People's Cats
By Evelyn West
Tremble crow and conder,
When Boots goes out to wander.
Hush, you singing sparrow.
Don't you see the stalker there-o?
No longer can a conscience good
turn out a cat to walk the 'hood.
He whose kitty roams the lawn
incurs the Wrath of Audubon.
And yet. Whose heart could harden,
when lazing in the garden,
towards the friendly feline
who makes to him a beeline.
If lowly cats share anything with their cousins in the jungles
Then janguars are on the hunt for critters and for snunggles.
Those who let their cats to roam will fear the birds deservedly,
But that's no reason you and I can't pet them unreservedly.
