Watching the cat
As it claws at the blanket that
Kindly
I threw on the floor.
Watching him work off his inner frustrations
With repetitive flexings
Of paw.
Oh for my life to be
Simple as that.
Straightforward as the verse
I now write.
But perhaps
I'd get bored.
How trite.
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