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A Time To Flea
If i were a flea
What would become of me?
Would i simply be
An itch
That you had to scratch
As i nestled
Within your thatch
Or drown in a flood
As i quaffed on your blood
Or nestled within the hair
Of your cat so fair
As you view it by the fire
Scratching away like a feline choir
Or jump about with springs on my toes
Jumping so high, i could nibble your nose
But not to be
Being a flea
Is not for me
by Jemia
What would become of me?
Would i simply be
An itch
That you had to scratch
As i nestled
Within your thatch
Or drown in a flood
As i quaffed on your blood
Or nestled within the hair
Of your cat so fair
As you view it by the fire
Scratching away like a feline choir
Or jump about with springs on my toes
Jumping so high, i could nibble your nose
But not to be
Being a flea
Is not for me
by Jemia
Published 12th Aug 2022
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7th Mar 2023 5:17am
This poem makes you realize that even something so small has life and meaning. In a concentration camp in Germany, there was a lot of women cramped in a room. They were infested with fleas. The guards would not go in to hurt them only feed them. They did not want to take home fleas. The women were able to start praying safely and sleep at night because of the fleas. Good poem.
