Friday, November 7, 2014

The Startle

The Startle

Shaken, I hastily
search my memory for signs
of your shadowy
presence. Finding none,
I assume your cleverness
is trumping my training.
The tea stain is compelling.
Who can she be, I muse.
No matter. I will hunt
you down by and by.

‎October ‎15, ‎2010 10:49 PM


  1. If wiskers were wings
    I would fly
    stretch my face
    across your sky
    catch me will you
    by and by
    I think not
    for I am sly

  2. *snort* I don't think the females are persuaded you are sly, whoever you are bucko.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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