We are rare, We feel everything, Loss is more significant to us, When we are lied about we bleed internally, We do what we love, When we can, We should not be trifold with, When we are pleased, Knly then are we at peace.
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Drinking milk
Kittens on hot days love cold milk, They hold the baby bottle between their hands, They soon find tiltingbtheir heads to the side hives best flow, They live their kitty beds clean, They will not get excited if the human uses the sweatshirt frlir a bed, It’s rumpy, Their cool with that,
Red trash can’s a jumping
Music in my brain as I ealked in to my kitchen, Three piles of loose poop under a chair, The red can in corner os being banged on from within, The spirit is willing , Bang, Bang, Bang, Meow@ Thump,thump, Fourth this month , Little black kitten in the can,
Normal
For me I fit no mode, But after outside and doing, My brain wants, Nay demands rest, No longer the youth I feel to be, I demand rest, Tonight I told an old friend in Florida who for nearly six months had no contact with me and meant it, Half past midnight had a dozedContinue reading “Normal”
Val Whitewolf 