Rebecca Kai Dotlich enjoying poetry with Alice Schertle, left, and with Lee Bennett Hopkins, right.
Along the lines of my previous post, I've noticed popping in and out of blogs that I'm not the only one with an office kitty muse. (My office cat is named May, and, like most of our kitties, is a former stray.) That's why I particularly love this poem by Rebecca Kai Dotlich, originally posted by Gregory K at gottabook.blogspot.com. It is reprinted here with Rebecca's permission and followed by an interview with Rebecca, who is leading a poetry retreat for SCBWI Southern Breeze in June. Enjoy!
Rebecca Kai Dotlich
She stared at me from where she sat,
one matted lump of fragile cat
who wore a grayish tattered ear --
she heard me whisper cat, come here.
A squint, a lick, a paw so small,
she did not move or purr at all --
just skin and bones and stars above her.
And that is how I came to love her.
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