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The Cat's Eyes
There’s a dead cat outside
slowly decaying in the scorching heat
a crow flies down and examines it
begins pecking at its lifeless eyes
I’m watching all this from my office
surrounded by needless stress
at the mercy of broken air conditioning
how I wish I were that cat.
slowly decaying in the scorching heat
a crow flies down and examines it
begins pecking at its lifeless eyes
I’m watching all this from my office
surrounded by needless stress
at the mercy of broken air conditioning
how I wish I were that cat.
Published 19th May 2012
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19th May 2012 10:28pm
29th Jan 2013 6:40pm
I liked this, you summed up what you saw and felt wonderfully. Much enjoyed:)
