Violins in the Schools
There is a
cat in my room
after supper
wailing
to be free.
A young boy
holds her,
coaxes her
to make
sweet melodies,
but she
scratches
back at him
cornered by
his will.
Help me Mozart !
Civilization is crumbling
in my callow fingers.
And The Little Star
high up in the sky
is wondering
who I am.
Barry Lane
Oh, this is wonderful! I love the poem, especially the ending. And the picture...little adorable Barry!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy. I didn't have to pretend to play bad like Jack Benny. )))Hope you are enjoying the SNOW!
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