At midnight in the alley A Tom-cat comes to wail, And he chants the hate of a million years As he swings his snaky tail.
Malevolent, bony, brindled, Tiger and devil and bard, His eyes are coals from the middle of Hell And his heart is black and hard.
He twists and crouches and capers And bares his curved sharp claws, And he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, Ere cities were, or laws.
Beasts from a world primeval, He and his leaping clan, When the blotched red moon leers over the roofs, Give voice to their scorn of man.
He will lie on a rug tomorrow And lick his silky fur, And veil the brute in his yellow eyes And play he's tame, and purr.
But at midnight in the alley He will crouch again and wail, And beat the time for his demon's song. With the swing of his demon's tail. ~ Don Marquis ~ me of a poem i was taught in school
Some one to tell me to shut and stop being stupid when i am. Some one who will laugh me out of a mood. If i ague with them Who will share their fears and problems and then share mine. Someone who will stand back to back with me and fight any one who attacks us.
No i was always encouraged to think for my self. However my parents always the final say when i was a child. All of my siblings are confident and are slightly rebellious
Well i 'm proud to Welsh but I am also proud my country gives refuge to people being persecuted. God you only have to look back in history to see what happened when people looked for scapegoats for their countries ills.
Been lucky lately rooms been empty for 3 months but as my best friends just about to get a divorce she as got first dibs on it as a refuge if things get tough. As al her kids have lived with me at some stage she says it her turn
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Nothing like a good foot stamping to make you feel better
Nursey rhymes
that remindsThe Tom CatAt midnight in the alley
A Tom-cat comes to wail,
And he chants the hate of a million years
As he swings his snaky tail.
Malevolent, bony, brindled,
Tiger and devil and bard,
His eyes are coals from the middle of Hell
And his heart is black and hard.
He twists and crouches and capers
And bares his curved sharp claws,
And he sings to the stars of the jungle nights,
Ere cities were, or laws.
Beasts from a world primeval,
He and his leaping clan,
When the blotched red moon leers over the roofs,
Give voice to their scorn of man.
He will lie on a rug tomorrow
And lick his silky fur,
And veil the brute in his yellow eyes
And play he's tame, and purr.
But at midnight in the alley
He will crouch again and wail,
And beat the time for his demon's song.
With the swing of his demon's tail.
~ Don Marquis ~ me of a poem i was taught in school