Chasing The Cat
By birksy
Chasing the cat, through I won’t ever win, he’s been up all night, can still scour walls and fences that I simply puff my cheeks at. He doesn’t come near, regards me slyly, apprehensively, here’s a cat that’s survived. Tomorrow though, he’ll wait just there, and when he sees me cycling, he will run again, prove the worthy winner, and though I’ll lose again, I won’t mind, this cat I have to admire. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 07:35 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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