A New Instrument Poem by Cat Tiger

A New Instrument



I have a new instrument, all gleeming and oiled
So finely tuned, a wrong touch, tone is spoiled
But to hold with deftness and stroke with skill
Then music resounds across valley and hill
Trembling leaf and branch till the earth doth shake
While I all troubles and care do forsake.

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Cat Tiger

Cat Tiger

Memphis, Tennessee
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