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Animals and Hybrids
Poem written by my Father, Doyle R. Fosso,
after taking care of my sister's dying cat while she was away at college.
A Cat Kingdom
Cat nightmare
"But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him
alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,
Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven."
Lord Byron
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Burbage and the Praying Mantis
udders
I wanna be your dog
Eat or be eaten
Merwoman
The prettiest goat
Patti Smith- "Horses"
"The bees are flying. They taste the spring." Sylvia Plath
Assyrian wolves
First Grade, 1965-66
Thanksgiving
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