The Startle
Shaken, I hastily
search my memory for signs
of your shadowy
presence. Finding none,
I assume your cleverness
is trumping my training.
The tea stain is compelling.
Who can she be, I muse.
No matter. I will hunt
you down by and by.
October 15, 2010 10:49 PM
If wiskers were wings
ReplyDeleteI would fly
stretch my face
across your sky
catch me will you
by and by
I think not
for I am sly
*snort* I don't think the females are persuaded you are sly, whoever you are bucko.
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