A sample of poetry by Kim Dawson EVOLUTION Along the cinder path and down To where our fun unfurled, Our den was crouched, mere earth and trees. Hidden from the adult world. In this place were many firsts. First fight, first fag, first kiss. The best of which, brief yet intense, Was the frienship born from this. Those trees had gone the very next year, Like our gang. Already dissolved. So now there are houses where once stood our world. And our lives, as this place, have evolved. ++++++++++++++ The Feline Prerogative. I grace you with my presence. I deign to eat your food But I find your attempts to own me Frankly arrogant and rude. I rub against you and your stuff Because this makes them mine. I like to pluck your carpet, T'is my right as a feline. I know you like to stroke me, And it can be rather nice. But you always try to pick me up. Let me give you some advice. I may look very soft and cute And my padding paws are silent. But if I'm not quite in the mood I can become quite violent. Remember I always have a choice. I decide where I reside. Be mindful that I tolerate Only what I can abide. Just give me a hearth and lots of respect But never rules to follow And I'll let you call me pussy cat. I'll even where a collar.

HOMEPAGE JOAN DAWSON LINDA SMETHURST TRACY JOY HOLROYD KIMDAWSON ANDY ROSHOLMOLSEN JOHN D JARDINE REBECCA SMETHURST JOANNA WEBSTER HELEN MOORE PETER ANDREW DAVIES