Bruce McBirney, once a regular, now mostly a visitor during sonnet bakeoffs, has a poem up today at the Rattle website. I love it (and I note that it alludes slyly to the usual subject of another Sphere regular).
Nice elegy, Bruce. Eighteen for a cat is about the same as twelve for a retriever, Feeney's age, so I feel for you, friend. Maryann, that's no reference to me. I've never written a maudlin poem in my life, nor have I ever owned a hound.
Bruce McBirney at rattle.com
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