Like Angels Purring In The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Isn’t every bachelor just as wounded
With their dogs,
And the cats making love outside:
But I just keep singing my song, and the waves come lushly,
Stupefied,
Proud that another aunt is getting married, and I am going too:
So that the rest of the family can have a look at my
Scars,
While I am going down the canyon’s heart,
And all of the world is falling away: candlelight dripping like
The tears of lighthouse,
An the airplanes are like angels purring in the sky.