The Cat, I guess he was he a beatnik, pays a visit upon two bored children one rainy day. The cat stirs things up a good bit, doing tricks, such as balancing many household objects on his head while standing on a ball, and letting those wild, messy creatures, Thing One and Thing Two out of their box. Throughout this entire ruckus, the pet goldfish - our critic?- is saying things like: “They should not be here while your mother is not, put them out, put them out” (said the fish in the pot).
I wrote this Seuss-esque bit of poetry a few years ago for an issue of my zine "Springfed."
There was the blank page, it was so big and white.
Just me and the page.
Could I draw there? Or write?
Then, something went POP
as I reached for my brush;
ideas came clear in a swoosh and a rush.
To fill up that field,
to make something new;
it didn’t matter what, art or ba-bumazoo
Hey! This is fun! Hey! this feels right!
Like driving a fast car on a wide road at night.
The picture in today's post is of my kitty Chopin, 1992-2009. She had a good life.
Now go read the Cat in the Hat!