Stubbornness

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fridayam
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Our old house was finally empty except
for our cat who hid and
my muse who kept him company
amidst the dustballs and the bits of lost toys,
the ghostly jamboree and the silence
in which they sat blinded
by moonbeams through
uncurtained windows and
deaf to entreaties to return.

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Maria2394Maria2394almost 12 years ago
damned good lines!

Our old house was finally empty except

for our cat who hid and

my muse who kept him company

amidst the dustballs and the bits of lost toys,

just want to let you know I enjoy your work immensely. always have and always will. Sorry I haven't been around to read you, having computer problems. Keep up the good work!!

~ maria

bogusagainbogusagainabout 13 years ago
visual

conjures up a picture perfectly, a very atomsperic vignette

sandybsandybabout 13 years ago

poignant and written with admirable restraint. very nice

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
Well

the muse didn't stay away long, (A5) hope you got your cat back, pregnant, 'cause the muse is.

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