Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Minute Poetry

Usurper Kitty

My Snickers cat chirps like a bird.
It is her word.
With yip and yap
Sits on my lap. 

With whiskered wiggle and a purr
She preens her fur.
She nudges me

She takes her place before my screen.
It is obscene.
She’d like to play.
Cat, go away!

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