Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence

Cat Eye on Crow’s Feet




Back in my prime
When young and spry
I used to rock
A fierce cat eye
There came a day
Old Father Time
Would make me pay
Where used to be
A single line
Now smudgy mess
Like I’ve been cryin’
And now alas
It spreads and grows
The feet of crows

(Imagine this being recited in the voice of Vincent Price)


Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

14 thoughts on “Cat Eye on Crow’s Feet

  1. A woman with her life’s experiences on her is one of the most attractive and sensual things I know. Her past years are one of tge mysteries of life and thus make her all the more alluring. Great poem, though you are describing a woman at her best.

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  2. Thank you From My Forest!


  3. You are a true Renaissance man.


  4. Maybe some of us should stick to paw prints or tentacle lines and leave old crows alone, hey?

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  5. Oh, lovely lines
    Of experience
    Which crease the smooth
    Of youth’s naive
    How wonderful
    And wise
    The wizened
    Who’ve left the folly
    Of life unlived
    They’ve seen the world
    Perhaps, lived out dreams
    Learned not all
    Is as it seems
    Though once
    Were certain
    Now filled with doubt
    This, not a fault
    It makes them fleet
    Of thought, their hearts
    More open



  6. Thank you Patrick. That is beautiful.

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  7. You are most welcome. ‘Tis a beautiful inspiration, both lyrically and visually. 🙂

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  8. What a great sense of humor! I agree my eyes were my pride, youthful but now I get dismayed. Definitely I am losing eyelashes and have circles, love the idea of Vincent Price’s voice included!

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  9. Thank you. Yes, a sense of humor is a must when everything is heading south at a rapid pace.


  10. “The hounds of hell are closing in to seal your doom!” I think that’s how it goes from the Thriller song with Vincent Price …:)

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  11. Ha! Yes, yes it is! And so they are indeed.

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  12. Just have a few sausages ready…they love em ..:) thanks for the follow I wanted to say from earlier….

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