Poetry

Summer Bummer, 16 (168.)

Birds outside in the trees,
cat looks out the window and waits.
Outside, what’s outside?
A lotta things, a lotta people.
Some skyscrapers, some steeples.
Worry, war, famine, injustice,
pretty decent reasons to flood the earth again.
But right now, cat is inside.
Cat sits quiet and waits.
A moment of peace, before the breaking continues.

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