Tigger, by Jack Peachum
Guessing my gloom,
the old orange cat,
the warm smell of him–
arthritic, blind in o...
Guessing my gloom,
the old orange cat,
the warm smell of him–
arthritic, blind in o...
Peonies put forth new faces.
Underfoot, a carpet of white petals
– the pear tree’...