Here you will find the Poem Cats 1 of poet Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not Even ostentatiously alone but simply Alone ... arching the back in courteous discourtesy, Gathering the body as a dancer before an unworthy Audience, treading earth scantly - a task to be done And done with, girt (curt introvert) for private Precise avoidance of the undesired, Pride-attired, generalissimo Knife-eyed, bisector of moonshine with indigo Shadow, scorner of earth-floor, flaunter of Steel-hard sickle curve against the sky ... ! Submitted by Stephen Fryer