This View From Hell
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Poem
Grackles harass the cat as he lays at my feet, pacified on dried food.
He says he'll chase one later when it's not so hot out.
He's a perfect killer.
A bundled mass of death and fury.
But he's a lazy bastard sometimes
And it is pretty hot.
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