Three Letters We Are Poem by mark king

Three Letters We Are



In the morning
She’s eager to play

In the afternoon
She’s bored with me

In the evening
She’s in exile from me

Later we keep the distance
From what we are

And that is
Cat and Man-

Monday, July 7, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: cat
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