Nora K. Loyd
Nora K. Loyd
Ritornello
|I take my seat,
The string quartet begins.
I try to lose myself in the music,
Following the themes,
Listening to the structure.
Instead, I lose my concentration.
My thoughts keep turning back to you.
My Duncan
|Oh Duncan, my Duncan,
Oh Duncan, my cat!
For you are my Duncan,
And you are my cat.
If you weren't my Duncan
It'd still be true that
Your fur would be dun
And you'd still be a cat.
