My cat’s a comma, a curl of fur,
A pause of claws, and then a blur
As she stretches and yawns, and takes her flight,
A swift exclamation mark writing the night.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
My cat’s a comma, a curl of fur,
A pause of claws, and then a blur
As she stretches and yawns, and takes her flight,
A swift exclamation mark writing the night.
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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