Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

(January 31st / Hollywood, CA)

Of Angels and Cigarettes


I watch my little Angel cat,
A frolicking, dancing,
Gold-and-blue-eyed cotton ball
Of a little Angel cat,
Who is
Delighting in,
And prancing around
A wrinkled paper pack,
Empty now
Of cigarettes

(and in my mind return
To days vividly lost
In the mists of time,
The healing mists of time gone by,
Of time that still lives here :)

Little, itty-bitty cats,
With arching fur electric backs,
And
Happy manic kitten-eyes
Enthralled
In the hunt,
The enchanting chase,
Of a wrinkled paper pack
Empty then,
As now,
Of cigarettes

Submitted: Saturday, December 23, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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