There are many ways to celebrate the approaching holidays and our melting pot era favors these and more - you may deck the halls and a Christmas tree (so Dickensian yet originated in late 15th century Germany), light up 9 menorah candles (since 2nd century BCE), erect a Festivus pole (in popular culture since 1997), hang a bunch of mistletoe to kiss under (first documented in 16th century England), share fresh Kwanzaa fruit (since 1966), mark winter solstice (since Neolithic times).
Polish tradition has it that animals speak in human voices on Christmas Eve. What would cats under the care of poet Joan Digby tell us?
Feast
Joan Dibgy
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| Photo by Joan Digby |
Today I fed the cats
on sturgeon
It's Chanukah
and who knows
but in the colony
there lurks
a Jewish feline
assimilated
yet longing for food
that strongly smells
of the old country
'Feast' by Joan Digby. Included in
Stocking Stuffers / seasonal and holiday poems by
Prehensile Pencil Publications. For purchase at Think Long Island First.
Published with author's permission.
Previous Long Island Poem for Sunday -
The Cardinal, Long Island Poem for Sunday
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