BLACK CAT POEMS
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The sky is calling me to go
Down thru the valleys of the sun;
Forever must I journey so
And spin and run.
Playfellow of the stars, I leap
Among their crowds and ring the moon
Seeking in its cradle to find sleep
Some midnight noon.
I toss the roving winds like grain
And let them spin and spill
Across this arching plain
Of time's blue hill.
I live in this blue mountain bent
Upon the earth its floor
So round and huge, the firmament,
A mighty purple door.
My road is thru it, God's great way
Chisled out of space and curled
And spreading out my wings all day
I whistle round the world.
poems Edwin Curran