You are of course correct. I misremembered the context and thus misapplied the word.
In my defense I merely offer that I only have the poem committed to memory up to 'frumious bandersnatch'.
Beyond that point I must cheat. Or look it up. But that's usually enough to get me by.
Unless I cross paths with a poet. ;-)
Crossing paths with a poet is not at all an unusual thing. They tend to wander a bit from any straight and narrow course, if not outright stagger as they proceed.
So crossing the path of a poet is like drawing the line through to make a dollar sign. The poet does the meandering, sinuous, and inefficient part of the design. Who knows why?
On another note, it is always of concern when one of your indoor/outdoor kitties goes out and doesn’t come back for the ‘feed me human!’ moments or to snuggle in her bed safe indoors at night.
It is now the second night...
I am again venturing to the perimeter with my kitty summoning device to pierce the darkness in search of two green (sometimes one green and one yellow) glowing eyes and a gray face with a smudge of white under the chin.
Beamish doesn’t refer to being projected like a particle beam?