Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Benjamin Franklin Wild Thing

We call him Benjamin Franklin Thundercat, Cowboy and Explorer.

He is a wild thing,
except when he is cradled in Max's arms,
or sleeping on the clean laundry, in the dryer, on my chair,
then he's a fluff,
a woodgie-woodgie muffin of love. And we love him so.

But when he's cornered a lizard, brought home a mouse, a bunny,
wrestled a gopher,
when he nips the hand that feeds him,
then he is a wild thing,
and we love him so.

“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.” ~Maurice Sendak.

Farewell, and thank you for your art and stories, Mr. Sendak.


valleycampdurango said...

what a beautiful and regal wild thing! and loved your post yesterday....you made me ponder! please keep at it!

Anonymous said...

It was a sad day to learn that Maurice Sendak died. Lovely post!

Jenny said...

Sweet little farewell to Maurice Sendak. What a treasure he was.

Janece said...

What a perfect wild thing Benjamin is! I am so sad to know that Maurice Sendak is no longer with us. Forever grateful for his vision and sharing his creative expression!

Rois said...

A beautiful beast that cat is.And so was your post.

Thanks for all of the wild rumpuses Mr Sendak.

Tracy said...

What a marvelous chap he is... he looks a very wise cat-man. :o) Happy Days to you all, Natalie ((HUGS))

Anonymous said...

That was such a sweet tribute to Mr. Sendak, Natalie. Benjamin may walk on the wild side once in awhile, but he is so regal--even his whiskers are regal. That second picture down is a classic.


fjord girl said...

What a lovely cat you have- so beautiful. He looks like mr. Personality.
Very nice tribute to Mr. Sendak.