For Linda . Who’s poem this is .
"Farewell Feline Friend". Tiger, Tiger, my beautiful boy, Why did you think, a mouse is a toy? Mice now roam free and fear no more The close embrace of your claw and jaw. Tiger, Tiger, who I held so dear, Is pussy heaven as good as here? Who strokes you now, when you fret? Who dries your paws, when you are wet? Tiger, Tiger, who tread so light No bird or chick escaped your sight. They chirp for joy now they need not flee, Since you lie there in your cemetery
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Sylvia Evans
Sylvia Evans. I am mainly a self taught artist, though I did spend a year at Rochdale School of Art in the late 1950’s. I was then made to get a “Proper Job” by my father, so I spent the next few years in a nursing career. I married and had a family, just picking up a pencil to amuse my…
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