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To Make A Prairie

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

~Emily Dickinson~
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15397#sthash.IKRwfWgL.dpuf
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15397#sthash.IKRwfWgL.dpuf
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15397#sthash.IKRwfWgL.dpuf

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Clive, the Brave

I have been a very sick kitty. Instead of Clive the Horrible, I am now Clive the Brave. I lost a lot of weight, and I cannot see very well, so I get scared a lot. Mom is feeding me kitten chow and cat milk to get me healthy again. I got to move into her bedroom, and she fed me with a horrid medicine dropper—then a spoon. Today I ate from a bowl with some coaxing!

Mom made me take a bath yesterday, and I was mad but too weak to bite very hard. She even used a hairdryer on my fur and made me wear a sweater. I would have run away, but I cannot run yet. But mom also sang me lullabies and let me snuggle when I did not pee the bed.

I did bite mom once when I was sick, and she had to go get antibiotics again. She did not get too mad tho.

One of mom’s legs is hurting her, and she is supposed to have surgery soon. I am helping her by writing this blog post, and  I promised to be eating alone by then because I do not think anyone else will hold me and feed me with a spoon. Cerveza and Harper try to eat my food, and the human boys are going to take care of mom for a few days.

Mom will write soon and show you pictures of garden things.

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“April Is The Cruelest Month”*

Well–you can see the weeding will need to wait.
005Snowed a little…then got deeper.
002But I stay warm thinking of my own little garden plot, and the world  becomes “Mud-luscious” And “Puddle-wonderful.”**
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In honor of National Poetry Month:
*Post title:From The Wasteland by T. S. Eliot
**From [in Just-] by e. e. cummings