creature and friend,
when you jump like that,
my heart halts and hangs
in the air as your acrobatic
endeavors send you
twisting but not quite to your feet
and you sit up and lick a paw,
as if you meant to fall.
graceless, cat, you are so
graceless, but clever with words
and good at trouble.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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