Hope Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Hope



Is a Cat
Sitting on the desk
Creeping forward, slowly
Hoping that I won't notice
Or put out, that white paw
Connected to languid side
A rumbling gives the plan
Away. Chased towards the fall.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: cat
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