BLACK CAT POEMS
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Marjorie Allen Seiffert
I opened the door
And night stared at me like a fool,
Heavy dull night, clouded and safe--
I turned again toward uncertainties
Of life withindoors.
Once night was a lion,
No, years ago, night was a python
Weaving designs against space
With undulations of his being--
Night was a siren once.
O sodden, middle-aged night!
poems by Marjorie Allen Seiffert