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Fairgrounds Catshow 2017
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Love, Poem 9
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Emily Dickinson
Adventureland Cat Show 2017
Rico
Gemini
Watson
Rosie at Smitten Kitten
Gracie
Picasso
Teddy (Maybe the sweetest boy there)
Walter brings home the hardware, yeah baby!
Rhett Butler (yes his ears are supposed to look that way)
Tensions are high in the judging ring
And of course Der (Mr. Hollywood. He’s been on the TV)
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There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons
There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons —
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes —
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us —
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are —
None may teach it — Any —
’Tis the Seal Despair —
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air —
When it comes, the Landscape listens —
Shadows — hold their breath —
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death —
Emily Dickinson
The Blue Jay
No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I ‘ve often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder — terse and militant —
Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
Emily Dickinson
There is no Cat-toy like a Mouse
‘Calico Kid’ by DME
“There is no Cat-toy like a Mouse
To please me in my Play
Nor any Yarn-ball like a Bug
That strives to fly away—-
No rubber Bauble can delight
No lifeless string divert—
For where is Fun if none feels Fright
Or Joy if nothing’s hurt?”
Emily Dickinson’s cat
LXXXVI
A LADY red upon the hill
Her annual secret keeps;
A lady white within the field
In placid lily sleeps!
The tidy breezes with their brooms
Sweep vale, and hill, and tree!
Prithee, my pretty housewives!
Who may expected he?
The neighbors do not yet suspect!
The woods exchange a smile—
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird—
In such a little while!
And yet how still the landscape stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!
Emily Dickinson
The cat’s meow
Just a hunch.
Lone barn
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Attack of the Electrolux!
Bagless
Iowa life 