John, The version of my poem that you have posted was a reworked version by Stephen Beecroft. The computer programmer in him could not abide my sense of halting rhythm and uncertain rhyme. I really don't care for his version though and prefer my own which goes like this.
The Apostate Cat by Tom Matkin He prowls around His Master's yard. Searching In the Dark and Dismal Spots. His prey is not what a cat can eat. But Anything That Rots! Proudly to the Master's Home he drags his Useless Prize. The Master Always Disapproves. The Cat, He feigns Surprise. Tom ----- Original Message ----- From: "John W. Redelfs" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Sunday, November 02, 2003 6:36 PM Subject: [ZION] Apostate Cat > Since it is one of my favorites. I dug this out of my archives: > > The Apostate Cat by Tom Matkin > > Through the yard on stealthy feet > He prowls the dank and dismal spot. > His prey is not what's fit to eat, > But putrid things of filth and rot. > To master's feet with feline moves > He proudly drags his gruesome prize. > The master always disapproves; > The cat, he always feigns surprise. > > //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// // > /// ZION LIST CHARTER: Please read it at /// > /// http://www.zionsbest.com/charter.html /// > //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// / > > ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// ZION LIST CHARTER: Please read it at /// /// http://www.zionsbest.com/charter.html /// ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// --^---------------------------------------------------------------- This email was sent to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] EASY UNSUBSCRIBE click here: http://topica.com/u/?aaP9AU.bWix1n.YXJjaGl2 Or send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] TOPICA - Start your own email discussion group. FREE! http://www.topica.com/partner/tag02/create/index2.html --^----------------------------------------------------------------
