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One of the best partners in writing? A cat! — Primadonna Angela
All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart. — Edith Sitwell

Every poet finds their own muse – the irresistible figure that draws the artist (author, writer) toward the light of creativity. To some, muse is a guardian spirit or force who is a source of inspiration for creativity.
Write me a poem. Write me several poems. A muse me. — N’Zuri Za Austin

If you look a dog in the eye too intensely, it may recite an astounding poem to you. — Jean Genet
A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. — Jean Burden


Poetry is a unifying factor. It is a form of expression that can cover any subject and human emotion.

A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys. ― Barbara Holland

Poetry is breathing words that give a reader pause. — Ankita Singhal

To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary. — Edgar Allan Poe




Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg



Pithy Poet is the owner, author and administrator of A Cairn of Micropoetry and Pawsnreflect. She resides in NY and is a pet mom to rescue cats and a dog.


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Pedestrians
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