One of Seymour's poems...

"A late poem of Seymour's is a six-line verse, of no certain accent but usually more iambic than not, that, partly out of affection for dead Japanese masters and partly from his own natural bent, as a poet, for working inside attractive restricted areas, he has deliberately held down to thirty-four syllables, or twice the number of the classical haiku."

Buddy says in his "introduction" that Seymour's last poem "is about a young suburban widower who sits down on his patch of lawn one night, implicitly in his pajamas and robe, to look at the full moon. A bored white cat, clearly a member of his household, comes up to him and rolls over, and he lets her bite his left hand as he looks at the moon."

I challenge anyone to write a sentence, let alone a poem, of thirty-four syllables that would in some way describe all of the above. I'll give it my best shot in a minute...

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