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The Cat The cat hovered in the doorway, forbidden to enter by the barrier of light which shone from the window. The curtains had changed their mind about their color. The bookshelf must have sprouted legs to get to its new position. The couch seemed somewhat magnetically attracted to the table.
She pierced the light with her head and narrowed her eyes. Was that the smell of a new candle that saturated the room? The room echoed with her cry of confusion as she stood in front of this new version of the room that she had always known. Why hasn't her owner finished remodeling the room?
A cloud blinded the window. A shadow trotted across the room and glided onto a dark figure lying on the floor. She softly pawed at the figure, cried once more, and then ran off to another room. The cloud passed. There was a line of red paw prints across the room.
I met a girlI met a girl; she had a beautiful smile,
We went on a date, and were happy for a while,
Until the day she took me to her place,
She looked at me with a confused look on her face,
She asked, "What was the name of that restaurant where we ate?"
I replied, "I can't remember, but it's getting quite late."
"It's alright, I'll look online."
She sat in her chair, colored lime.
In her browser "Yahoo.com" she typed,
"Google is better than Yahoo," I griped.
"They're all the same, don't you be sore!"
"We're done," I said, as I left through the door.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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