David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Bed - Poem by David Harris

The spider weaves silk for its web;
birds gather twigs to make their bed.
We just go down to the furniture store
and pick whatever we choose.
Dogs and Cats curl up on a matt
making sure they hog the fire
while it seems we sit a mile away
and in the cold, shiver.

22 October 2009

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  • (10/22/2009 12:16:00 PM)

    lolol oh yes those pleasure seeking creatures good one 10 (Report) Reply

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  • (10/22/2009 11:37:00 AM)

    Ha, this is so true! You have the great gift of observation, while I get so caught up
    in my own mind's strings that I forget to notice important things. Animals are comfort-seeking missiles, for sure..(smile)
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 13, 2011

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