Purr
by Clayton Davis
Thursday, February 13, 2003
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PURR
I brought him home when he had been left
all alone in this world.
He was six months old.
He was cold.
And he was hungry,
Somehow he knew I did care.
But all he did was purr.
Almost an all-black cat, there he sat.
With a twinkle in his eye,
Perhaps because he had one white spot that
Looked just like a bow-tie.
On his left paw was a spot of white fur.
But all he did was purr.
The days when I needed his purr,
He sat beside me on a chair,
Washing his face and watching mine,
Waiting for my touch,
Simply filled with joy as my hand drew near.
Then he really did purr.
We moved away and he hid under the porch,
Not wanting to know where we went,
If we left for good reasons or had been sent.
Weeks later we called the new home owner,
And were told he just sat there in the chair.
But all he would do is purr.
-- CLAYTON DAVIS
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| Reviewed by Pamela Kimmell |
2/15/2003 |
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| As an admirer of the feline, and owner (?) of one I totally identify with this dear poem. I know the joy of the purr. This is a dear and sweet tribute to the little black cat that you will always remember sharing a bit of your life with and vice versa. |
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| Reviewed by Pamela Kimmell |
2/14/2003 |
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| Yes, I am also a pet owner. A dog. The poem says all there is to say about man's attraction to animals. Very nice. |
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| Reviewed by na na (Reader) |
2/13/2003 |
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| Clayton, this so moving. I am a cat lover. We have three inside and one outside that I feed. This broght tears to my eyes. A very good poem Clayton. Bill Murray |
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) |
2/13/2003 |
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Oh this one is sad and adorable.
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