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Have you ever had a pet that ran away? I once had
three cats. Two were sisters, and the third, a graceful white male, did not feel like he belonged. One day the white
cat disappeared and never came back. Can you identify with the child's feelings in this poem?
I had a cat,
grey
soft
fat
given to grrrring
quite softly
and prrrrring.
Slipped off one morning
near the green glen.
That was my cat
who was not seen again.
I had a dog,
noisy and yellow
very cold nose
wonderful fellow.
Trotted one evening
out after a pack
of dog-footed friends
and never came back.
I had a bird,
bright blue in a cage
sang without cease
on his miniature stage.
Sat on my shoulder
looked in my eye
sailed out the window
and into the sky.
I have a lion,
furry and kind
sits on a shelf
near the autos that wind.
Eyes wild and golden
tail like a tuft
he never will slip out
and leave
me.
He's stuffed.
Originally published in THE ROSE ON MY CAKE, 1964. Taken
from MOON, HAVE YOU MET MY MOTHER?, HarperCollins, 2003, p. 26.
Extension: Ask students to write about pets, people,
or objects they have lost. How did they feel at the time? How do they feel now as they look back? What did they learn from the experience? Would they rather have
something or someone stuffed or real?
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Observations about Karla Kuskin
- Some of her favorite topics are related to nature: animals, seasons, and days and nights. She also writes
about food, other creatures such as dragons, and our "inside selves."
- She loves to play with words. Rhyme and word-play seem to come easily to her.
- She has a wonderful sense of humor.
- Many of her poems have a surprise "punchline" (childrenslit.com).
(Observations made by Barbara Katz, web site author)
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Do you love to read? I read all the time. If I have nothing to read, I read whatever is handy.
If this describes you, you will enjoy this poem.
I need to read.
It's a little like breathing
or eating
or drinking
my life's link to thinking.
Without it I am
much less than I am,
less of a person
and more of a yam.
Reading is writing
is learning
is growing
igniting cognition,
that's what keeps one going
trucking along on a civilized
track
more upward than downward
and possibly forward,
it feels like it's forward,
most probably forward,
and forward
is generally better than back.
Taken from MOON, HAVE YOU MET MY
MOTHER?, HarperCollins, 2003, p. 221.
Extension: a) Divide the poem into four parts. Each part will stop at a period. Imagine that
there is a period after "keeps one going." Break students into small groups and have each group read one
part. b) Read other poems that celebrate the joy of reading. Ask students to compose their own poems.
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