Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Ovillejo

This Cat 

When a poem comes together, how exciting,
when I’m writing.
But she’s competing for my lap
this cat.
A poem, kind of hazy
drives me crazy.
Now, don’t think I’m lazy.
It flits, almost appearing, but elusive like a ghost.
Surely, no reason to boast.
When I’m writing, this cat drives me crazy.

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