I’ve been baking today and love the swirly patterns made when the treacle and the egg are being beaten into the flour and spice mixture.
Cake mixture
Next door’s cat, Zorro, found our step ladders this morning – a good viewpoint from which to survey the land.
Zorro, long zoom from inside the kitchen so that I didn’t frighten him off.
I was wondering which poems I know about cats and considered ‘Skimbleshanks’ and ‘Macavity the Mystery Cat’ by T S Elliott both of which I used to read with my pupils when I taught in Primary school (Plover in Doncaster and what a happy place that was!) Then I remembered this little gem by Carl Sandburg. What a treasure of a metaphor this whole poem is.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
niasunset
April 20, 2016 at 6:34 pm
Today I am reading this poem second time, from different but by beautiful blogger friends… They were all about the cat photographs 🙂 I loved yours too dear Sally, Thank you, Have nice day, Love, nia
mybeautfulthings
April 20, 2016 at 8:29 pm
That’s a rather nice coincidence. All the best to you for a happy day too. 🙂
niasunset
April 21, 2016 at 5:24 am
I love this poem and always it is so good for me to read it… Thank you dear Sally, Love, nia