When I procrastinate with my writing, like I am doing today, I often read poetry. I stumbled on this Christopher Smart poem at www.poets.org... it's on his cat, Jeffrey, and was written in the 18th century. I believe in the power of cats, and it seems Mr. Smart does too. They are essential, especially to this writer, proud owner of the 22-lb lover-boy of a cat, Shelton. Here is a fragment of a fragment from the great Christopher Smart that renewed me:
...For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
Truly, author of LIE.
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