Mycat

My cat sat on the floor by the door
Gazing out upon the gray daylight
With eyes of green drawn to a merest slit
For ever since he was but a tiny kit
He loves to look about to see if anything was
And if asked, a shrug perhaps a purr between pause ".."



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-12-31 at 17:59

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