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lagilmanThis week's proof-of-work is a small snippet, because anything before/after requires more context than I can explain without, well, explaining...
"I’m not your enemy” the magician said. “I don’t have to be a friend; in fact you’re wise to keep in mind that I’m nobody’s friend. But I’m not your enemy. Not here, now, in this time and place.”
and for World Poetry Day, 2014, because with all the bleah in the world, we need folk like John Ciardi...
There once was an Owl perched on a shed.
Fifty years later the Owl was dead.
Some say mice are in the corn.
Some say kittens are being born.
Some say a kitten becomes a cat.
Mice are likely to know about that.
Some cats are scratchy, some are not.
Corn grows best when it's damp and hot.
Fifty times fifty years go by.
Corn keeps best when it's cool and dry.
Fifty times fifty and one by one.
Night begins when day is done.
Owl in the shed, cat in the clover,
Mice in the corn - it all starts over.
© 1959 John Ciardi/The Curtis Publishing Company
"I’m not your enemy” the magician said. “I don’t have to be a friend; in fact you’re wise to keep in mind that I’m nobody’s friend. But I’m not your enemy. Not here, now, in this time and place.”
and for World Poetry Day, 2014, because with all the bleah in the world, we need folk like John Ciardi...
There once was an Owl perched on a shed.
Fifty years later the Owl was dead.
Some say mice are in the corn.
Some say kittens are being born.
Some say a kitten becomes a cat.
Mice are likely to know about that.
Some cats are scratchy, some are not.
Corn grows best when it's damp and hot.
Fifty times fifty years go by.
Corn keeps best when it's cool and dry.
Fifty times fifty and one by one.
Night begins when day is done.
Owl in the shed, cat in the clover,
Mice in the corn - it all starts over.
© 1959 John Ciardi/The Curtis Publishing Company
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Date: 2014-03-22 04:47 pm (UTC)Why Nobody Pets the Lion at the Zoo
The morning that the world began
The Lion growled a growl at Man.
And I suspect the Lion might
(If he’d been closer) have tried a bite.
I think that’s as it ought to be
And not as it was taught to me.
I think the Lion has a right
To growl a growl and bite a bite.
And if the Lion bothered Adam,
He should have growled right back at ’im.
The way to treat a Lion right
Is growl for growl and bite for bite.
True, the Lion is better fit
For biting than for being bit.
But if you look him in the eye
You’ll find the Lion’s rather shy.
He really wants someone to pet him.
The trouble is: his teeth won’t let him.
He has a heart of gold beneath
But the Lion just can’t trust his teeth.
© 1959 John Ciardi/The Curtis Publishing Company