A few more days are left in National Poetry Month; therefore, here is another of the poems this pedometer geek had chosen for the 2018 edition of 44839: Poetry From a Zip Code (published by Drinian Press, LLC). It was entitled “Erie Kai.”
The cat was roaring…
roaring all night long
I could hear it
in night visions—
a feral cat
In the morning still angry
lashing out its claws,
leaving marks as it paced
and scratched, attacking its prey
with waves and water flying
all up and down the coast.
the wind subsides, turning 180 degrees.
The cat begins to purr,
paws now velvetted,
lapping and grooming the shores once again,
Except in Canada where
the cat begins to roar.
~Nancy Brady, 2018
For those who live on or near the coast of Lake Erie may recognize the sound and fury of sustained north winds. Last night was one of those, and today, there is water everywhere over-spilling its banks. Lots of flotsam is thrown up the land and clean up begins again. Already, the winds have shifted and the waves have subsided. Erie is named for the Native American word for wildcat.
Enjoyed the cat that roared with the water 😉
Interesting too about the name.
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Thank you, Jules, and yes, Erie is named for its wildcat tendencies. I think the word is erielhonan meaning long tail, and was named by the Erie people, who lived in the same area as I live in.