Sweepings
By Grannyrosie
Sweepings Revelations of life I have found, Inspecting that small, compact mound Sweepings from the domicile, Countenance wreathed in a smile. Sand abounds, I know from where, Between my toes I do declare, Been checking fishing lines all day, Barefoot paddling as I play. A long white thread? Oh! I recall, From when I snipped those buttons all, A rubber band, thats where it flew? A paper clip, a match, a feather too. Staples! Nasty, shining, sharpened claws, Could pierce my feet, or maybe yours, The one who dropped did not retreive, Such slothfullness my heart does grieve. Cats hairs, white, long and clinging, Images of their cavorting bringing, Pouncing, running, stalking, playing, Nonchalantly back to my lap straying. A silent plea from leaves and petals there, Tell me flowers wilt from lack of care, Refresh the water, either that, Or compost heap, haven of water rat. My gosh! Quickly! Look at that. Something moved there near the mat, Hold my sides, it's Oh! so funny, 'Something' is a BIG DUST BUNNY. Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 12:54 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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