Red Poem by Bill Grace

Red



My mother was a red
The Great Elizabeth was one too,
Observing our young kitten
Engage her older friend with claws - when she has none -
Makes me wonder,
If there is more to red than color.

Monday, February 7, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: red
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