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he's a little minx
and wears his striped suit with pride no jail could hold him he is the escape artist but oh how I want him lithe and light on his feet how he loves to dance and play the way a child does and my hear beats harder and the smile I wear wraps around my face like a scarf does but he's wildfire and orange delight and eyes that shimmer impishly in the flickering last light its not easy to hold onto him so sleek he is with moves so smooth and no words to speak but lots of catting around one minute I think we're talking and the next he's a ghost- gone his shadows shifts shedding nary a splinter and I think he's the most sweet boy I've seen in awhile I'd even hang with him outside despite this cold winter if I had a bushy tail I'd make him my boyfriend and take up alley-living. (For Blaze) LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE EDITS TO COME LATER 1:27am 12/24/2020 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD WRITER RETAINS ALL LEGAL RIGHTS TO HER POETRY. THANK YOU. Vote for this poem |
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