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BOY, CAT, CANARY (Stephen Spender) Our whistling son called his canary Hector. ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Because I had always about me More of Hector with his glittering helmet than Achilles with his triple-thewed shield.’ He let Hector Out of his cage, fly up to the ceiling, perch on his chair, hop On to his table where the sword lay bright among books While he sat on his yellow jersey, doing his homework. Once, hearing a shout, I entered his room, saw what carnage: The Siamese cat had worked his...
  • junio 18, 2020
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