Daniel Galef

For I will consider my Man Christopher.For he is shut in a box, and betimes scratchesAt the door, but is not let out. For his purrIs varied and choked. For he has patchesOf calico, and these he sheds at dusk.For he sleeps not when he would, but all of a night,Straight as if lashed to board. For his . . . . Continue Reading »