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andrewducker) wrote2006-12-04 09:01 am
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Being the Events of 7:30 of The Morning
She pushes the door open as hard as she can
and strides into the bedroom
fixes me in the eye
and miaows once.
She turns and strides out of sight.
I hear the patter of paws on the kitchen floor
and the thoughts, clear in her head
"Maybe _now_ he'll bring me my breakfast."
and strides into the bedroom
fixes me in the eye
and miaows once.
She turns and strides out of sight.
I hear the patter of paws on the kitchen floor
and the thoughts, clear in her head
"Maybe _now_ he'll bring me my breakfast."
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But did you? Or did you decide to write a poem about it first? ^_^
Starving to death in the kitchen by my empty bowl
I hear the clatter of fingers on the computer keyboard
and the thought, clear in his head
"I must write this down before I forget."
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before poetry gets written
or cat sits
on keyboard
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