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by April Halprin Wayland

The scruffy house cat
aches to fly–
she dreams all day of
wings and sky!

So tonight
she climbs the ladder,
mounts a platform,
nothing matters

except to catch
a thin trapeze
then hold on tight,
with grace and ease.

She swings herself
by both front paws
then somersaults
to wild applause

of kitchen mice,
who, though dizzy,
encourage Cat,
to keep her busy.

published in Cricket Magazine January 2001

Our cat's name is Snot. Gary named her.

Our cat’s name is Snot. Gary named her.


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