Tuesday, November 19, 2013

On Choosing Wisely (Poem 231)

I sat down next 
to my cat and 
asked where 
I'd gone
She winked, 
and said I'd 
been singing 
to a distant flock 
of  birds who hadn't 
heard a single song 
in years. 
So I dried my tears
and got cozy 
in bed. Then I 
sang to my 
cat instead.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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