Feline Haiku
Bob Morris @ Mar 27th 2006 08:50 - Category: Unfiled
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle’s closer.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I’ve lost interest.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
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