Today, October 8th 2009, is National Poetry Day.
I'm not a huge fan of poetry as such, and though I do have a few books I don't like reading them myself - to me poetry is something to listen to.
Being a lover of cats I, of course, have a copy of T.S. Eliot's OLD POSSUM'S BOOK OF PRACTICAL CATS which Hubby reads to me every now and then. And then, of course, there's THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT, a childhood favourite by Edward Lear.
Also based on cats, is this poem that was sent to me a long time ago by a friend who is also very fond of all things feline.
Top of piano,
In the middle,
On the edge,
Lap will do,
Fitted in a
In the cupboard,
With your frocks -
They don't care!
And, from another poetry book of mine, THE POETRY OF CATS, edited by Samuel Carr, comes this wonderful little poem entitled ' The Scribe' Cat' - written in the 18ty century, author unknown, it is translated from the Irish by Robin Flower.
I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
PETTY WITTER SAYS: There is lot of information about National Poetry Day available on-line but one of my favourite sites is THE POETRY SOCIETY which contains lots of poems plus a wonderful article entitled 'knit a poem' which might be of particular interest to all you arty-crafty bloggers out there.