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.
what a beautiful and regal wild thing! and loved your post yesterday....you made me ponder! please keep at it!
ReplyDeleteIt was a sad day to learn that Maurice Sendak died. Lovely post!
ReplyDeleteSweet little farewell to Maurice Sendak. What a treasure he was.
ReplyDeleteWhat 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!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful beast that cat is.And so was your post.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all of the wild rumpuses Mr Sendak.
What a marvelous chap he is... he looks a very wise cat-man. :o) Happy Days to you all, Natalie ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteThat 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.
ReplyDeleteRuth
What a lovely cat you have- so beautiful. He looks like mr. Personality.
ReplyDeleteVery nice tribute to Mr. Sendak.