My night was plagued by cats.
Cats on my couch.
Cats on my legs.
Cats on my pillow.
Cats on my face.
Cats in my dreams.
Cats speaking German, calling All Aboard.
Cats in Parliament, wearing powdered wigs.
Cats meowing love songs to the moon.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Cats

  1. warmginger says:

    SO funny! Big smiles on the face of the not-so-warm ginger (it’s only 22C)!

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    22C! its a warm 0 here today. I guess it cooled off ironically for the big climate change conference

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