A friend of mine once said,
bats are little rats with wings.
If that is true, then black cats do
love those little flying things.
They flit and flutter one way and another,
in the night sky, across the moon,
but only the cat can catch them
with one magic leap and it's the poor bat's doom.
she brings it to the witch's house,
for some secret recipe -- but if the cat
should miss, and the lucky bat flutters away,
our furry friend finds another place
that night to fall asleep.
James Ruffini
Laws forbidding the sale of sodas on Sunday prompted William Garwood to invent the ice cream sundae in Evanston, IL, in 1875.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
~Thomas Gray