Something was amiss.
It was always the same something.
Anyway, back to raising my cats,
they're growing up fine. One has
a sleek coat and the other
is almost an angora.
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Something was amiss.
It was always the same something.
Anyway, back to raising my cats,
they're growing up fine. One has
a sleek coat and the other
is almost an angora.
I was supposed to follow the instructions
about keeping quiet
especially regarding a certain lively creature
and what to call the little weirdo. In reality,
what did I miss in all the commotion?
The rinky-dink little town. Its drab streets
leading to pioneer graveyards. Plus,
what to do after seeing all the dust
and used up trees?
He begged me to join him
under the sea. I said
that would mean undersea?
And I think he nodded at this
from in between the fronds
of kelp and such. It was not
decoration but necessity, knowhow.