Scans Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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A pleasant surprise awaited me at church on Christ the King Sunday this year.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
Scans Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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A pleasant surprise awaited me at church on Christ the King Sunday this year.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Leslie Catherine Taylor,
my furry feline child,
will be my child forever,
half-wild, all-cat, half-mild.
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She has joined the pantheon
of great cats I have known–
Jean-Luc, Harry, Charlemagne,
Caesar, and Duncan; done
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are their lives on Earth yet they
remain my furry kinfolk;
those feline monarchs do reign
in my heart; death can’t revoke
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their status as cat children
in my mind. This tuxedo cat,
with her determination
to leave feral ways at
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the altar of the past, has
chosen the better part.
And the black on her nose, paws’
pads, and her fur is art-
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ful. Her nose is pink and black,
her fur coat distinguished,
her manner no sweetness lacks;
she’s all I could have wished.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
SEPTEMBER 29, 2014 COMMON ERA
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Below: Leslie, September 30, 2014
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Above: The Original Draft of the Poem
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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In the darkness of the night,
as I look at the window,
through which shines the outdoor light,
I see the back steps’ shadow,
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and the shadow of a cat,
Leslie Catherine Taylor,
who might one day hunt a rat.
My friend cleans her feline fur,
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sits on an elevated
step, taking in the view from
on high, then decides to get
a new view of her kingdom.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
SEPTEMBER 1, 2014 COMMON ERA
Above: Leslie, August 11, 2014
Images Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Leslie, who grew up outside my back door, has remained. She lacked human contact during the crucial time of socializing to people, but daily feedings have done much to earn her confidence and increase her comfort level. We have progressed to the point of playing with her; she swats at fingers.
Crystal, Leslie’s mother, has white fur, a blue eye, and a green eye. She comes to the back door most days for food then leaves for her next destination. At least she is sufficiently comfortable to do that much.
Below: Crystal, August 11, 2014
Images Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
AUGUST 11, 2014 COMMON ERA
Above: The Original Draft of the Poem
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Sleep, young Leslie, the afternoon away
in the soil beneath a rose-bush,
curled up smartly in the temperate shade.
You, a tuxedo cat, do brush
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away all stress gently without effort.
The mere sight of you softens hearts,
melts fears, reduces worries, and comforts
the hurt. You are a work of art.
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And so, until I feed you the next time
and you eat favored food gladly,
do that which cats do best–be most sublime
while training we humans subtly.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
JULY 8, 2014 COMMON ERA
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Below: Leslie, July 25, 2014
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Above: The Original Draft of the Poem
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Take comfort, my feral feline neighbors,
mother Crystal and daughter Leslie,
for you are my favorite two creatures;
this has become our reality.
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That you stretch out and curl up, even sleep
at my back door makes me quite happy.
I understand why distance you still keep
from human beings, even from me,
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but at least you have become more present
(and more often) than previously.
Your visibility alone has meant
a great deal to my darling and me.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
JULY 7, 2014 COMMON ERA
Above: The Original Text
The final draft is below.
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Crystal, Pat, and Leslie,
feline neighbors feral,
whom I feed and gladly
watch through my rear windows
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Crystal, the protective
mother, guards kittens cute;
one child is all white;
the other wears a suit
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of fur black and white.
The babies romp outdoors;
all consume many a bite
of feline food courses–
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fish, dry food, and canned food.
They drink fresh water too.
My caring attitude
tells me what I should do
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for these creatures of God
who, although they never
will be pets, to I nod
and resolve to pamper.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
MAY 17, 2014, COMMON ERA
Above: The Original Draft of the Poem
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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I noticed something mundane and beautiful in my kitchen about two weeks ago.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
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Light from a cellphone charger
shines through a Cheerwine bottle
in a darkened kitchen,
dancing through leftover bubbles.
The red light announces its
presence prominently and
performs a Charleston with
the now-luminescent liquid bubbles.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
APRIL 19, 2014 COMMON ERA
Above: The Original Draft
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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This afternoon I did notice
close to home, in Ben Burton Park,
Easter Island-style statues
small. Four of them did space mark
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on the cusps of waterfalls
tiny in the midst of a stream.
Somebody had stacked rocks small
in a fit of joy, it seems,
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conveying his or her mirth
to other park visitors
who came to enjoy the earth,
perhaps even to compose verse.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
FEBRUARY 23, 2014 COMMON ERA
Above: Athens, Georgia, February 13, 2014
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Officially we are in Winter;
we have experienced snow twice
and known many cold temperatures.
Yet despite all the snow and ice,
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we have had some pleasant Spring days.
The usual weather has a yo-yo
been; Mother Nature seems in a craze
to have fallen. Now what weather will follow?
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
FEBRUARY 22, 2014
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