John Puddifoot Poems

Is that a white cat sat in the window?
Or just a vase, tubby, there, silently?
A white cat watching pigeons come and go?
A two-eared pot that’s made from English clay?
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My love is a star in a far-off galaxy –
U D F Y 4O8 double 3.
I know of her only through Hubble, you see.
In all outer space she has not noticed me.
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The winter wheat has fallen in the field;
Its tender sprigs lie sundered on the clay.
The rain that bores in streams through line and line,
Has sluiced its precious life away.
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