Salmon for supper will be fine. No complaints here. Lose the lemon, and I'm good.
So, happy Poetry Friday to you all. I pawed through Toby's copy of Billy Collins's Poetry 180 anthology and found this amusing poem. It's even been set to music.
Alley Cat Love Song
by Dana Gioia
Come into the garden, Fred,For the neighborhood tabby is gone.Come into the garden, Fred.I have nothing but my flea collar on,And the scent of catnip has gone to my head.I'll wait by the screen door till dawn.
The fireflies court in the sweetgum tree.The nightjar calls from the pine,And she seems to say in her rhapsody,"Oh, mustard-brown Fred, be mine!"
Read the rest of it here.
And you can catch more Poetry Friday over at The Small Nouns. Thanks, Ben, for hosting.