poetryA Cat’s Suitcase That wild blue yonder? There’s a time when it’s summerless. And that’s when my cat left; I packed her lunch myself. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Standard
This is cleverly done… Especially here: “And that’s when my cat left; I packed her lunch myself.” LikeLike October 19, 2016 at 10:38 pm Reply
I don’t usually like ‘short’ poetry or pieces but I really, really liked this one. It totally worked and was clever, insightful and capturing a moment so vividly. Excellent xo LikeLiked by 1 person October 31, 2016 at 2:23 pm Reply
That’s awfully sweet of you. Thanks. 🙂 I tried elongating it and it just wasn’t really working. So I kept it short. LikeLiked by 1 person October 31, 2016 at 3:52 pm Reply
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This is cleverly done… Especially here:
“And that’s when my cat left;
I packed her lunch myself.”
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I don’t usually like ‘short’ poetry or pieces but I really, really liked this one. It totally worked and was clever, insightful and capturing a moment so vividly. Excellent xo
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That’s awfully sweet of you. Thanks. 🙂 I tried elongating it and it just wasn’t really working. So I kept it short.
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No this works EXACTLY as you wrote it and it is superb.
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