Poetry speak
Collected works
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Cat Smokes
The dragon man chilled outside
choking and coughing his yellow mist:
the cat looked on.
Wiskers twitchless,
his all-too-familliar quizical expression
beamed alone.
firey eyes and makeshift lies
could not block the cat's
still wanting to take a try.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment