Fiona Robyn thinks we need to revive the word croodle and
invites people to use it in a sentence. I agree, and here's my go:
On days of cold and rain
sometimes we stay in bed
and the cats come too,
croodling close. We all purr.
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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