Poetry and Cats

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Did everyone see this very Gen & Irene vibe poem that Megan posted to her Tumblr?

You Are Tired (I Think) – @apoemaday on Tumblr

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Also, I've been listening through the series again (I can never finish an audiobook in 2 weeks, so I've kind of given up downloading them from my library and just listen through QT over and over) and I noticed this:

The Thief: I wanted to look lithe and graceful and perhaps feral as I unwrapped my feet and sat up. Caught by surprise and nearly blind, I was clumsy and would have fallen off the stone bunk if the chain had not still been wrapped around one foot.

The King of Attolia: He preferred to pace. She had seen it often enough already, back and forth as silent as a cat in a cage.

It had been an awkward meeting between herself and the king and Teleus, with Teleus as stiff as a poker and Eugenides draped in his chair like a cat.

~Maybe Costis doesn't think Eugenides can look like a king, but he has achieved lithe and graceful and perhaps feral by this time. :-)