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October 25, 2016

We rescued him at Halloween,
A dangerous time for the sleek,
Ebony feline. Cruelty can

Abound in rituals and pranks.
He hops around - almost blue -
Those round, saucer eyes.

Oh, kitten, trapped in the foundation
Of an ancient barn. Mother gone.
And sister starving in the hayloft.

Tiny and too young, we nursed
You and named you after an icon.
Ziggy Stardust, black

As the October night sky,
Ride on my broom with me.
Be my familiar purr.

This is Poem #185 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

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