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Next to a burning
bush it stands.
Catbird singing the
hit parade.
Cat, tail twitching.
Chickadees bounce in
up, down, up.
Cat, haunches taut.
Blue jays, fighter plane
tough, soar in
to refuel.
Cat, springbok pounce.
Cat-astrophe at
the local
water cooler.
© by Robert Manchester.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Robert Manchester lives in New Hampshire, surrounded by leafy trees, stone walls, memories of Robert Frost, and lots of living poetry legends. He’s been writing and publishing poems for 50+ years, but quite prefers writing to submitting, so seldom gets around to the latter. Robert confesses that he likes to write edgy poems about the "underbelly of life--the junk cars, tumbledown trailers, goat pens in the front yard, and the like," though he also likes haiku and, of late, is experimenting with syllable and meter.
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Ginny C.:
Fresh, lively, humorous and well-observed, this poem was a lot of fun to read.
Posted 08/23/2011 10:42 AM
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