Impractical cat, gangly, unbalanced kittenish, falling prancing past my gaze. Chase me, chase me now Innocents mirror, off exploring now tail high in the air. Home again for lunch Allow me to serve aromatic stuff, meaty jelly chunks, Rubbing on my leg to let me know your stomachs full. And I forgot to pour milk!Continue reading “Cat”
Poetry can be heard and seen. Poetry need not rhyme, nor reason.