Poems by James J. Murray

Who else but Clover Boo
Could make her daddy swoon and woo
     And get him in the kitchen too
Where all her treats lie there in view
    She'll stroke and poke with claw and paw
Until she gets the one she'll gnaw
    Then snatch and grab and turn her arse
And then repeat this daily farce.

Oblige me ye O little sprites,
          Why is it so you fret?

I saw you flit your little wings,
           In startle at my sight

Afar a voice! I heard you sing,
            Your elfin songs that drew me

While morning mist upon your wings,
            Leave rainbows as you flee

Your lucent light has dawn aglow,
             As long the eddy rocks you go

Those limpid eyes so shiny bright,
             Awake my heart with gladness

So fret not all ye little ones,
              I'm only passing through

You've given to the morning mist,
               A wondrous golden hue.