Non-Erotic PoetryStubbornnessOur 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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