Sir, say no more. Within me ’tis as if The green and climbing eyesight of a cat Crawled near my mind’s poor birds. – Trumbull Stickney (1874 – 1904) I love good metaphor poems. I remember reading this many years ago, and a garbled version of it has stuck in my head ever since …
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A Dark Feathered Art 