Sunday, August 30, 2015

Phoenix Rising Wars

Morning Wars

She must have heard my room door creak
For she’d be waiting at my chair
The war would start with laptop there
Between her ears I’d have to peek
While stroking fur so soft and sleek
I’d try to nudge her to the side
But she would move where screen would hide
The battles drove me clear insane
But I would like to fight again              
I sure miss Snickers since she died

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