Back to room
Paws over nose, tail over eyes
Why does she think she can see me?
Dog visits, harrumph
Window curtains
Veil my existence
If I keep demanding
Perhaps the quality of the food
Will improve
No matter how many times
You tell them
They just don’t get it
Too many laps
So little time
Why don’t they all
Go away
So I can eat in peace
Found the perfect spot
Why does the sun
Insist on moving?
Every night
She hangs the jacket
And I must pull my bed to the floor
Cotton birds
Metal Tree
Why?
At midnight
On Christmas Eve
I have the power of speech
Too bad there is nothing
Worth saying
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