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 Mar 2014 Clara Oswin
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She mews oftentimes & I call her Catty,
At these times she is in a romantic mood,
I respond by a howl so she calls me Doggy.

Cats & dogs are enemies more than often,
But we gel well together loving each other,
Just straining bitterness away with our love..

I got her gifts and I never want to lose her,
Neither to confusions or misunderstandings,
Nor to the biggest power there exists of time...
My HP Poem #555
©Atul Kaushal
Fingers do a resolute tap, tap
on leather sofa arm.
Eyes shift upwards as
she enunciates each word
“I should have screamed
more.”

No longer does she live
like furniture
in a summer home,
hidden and covered
except when needed.

Newborn screams pierce
her coverings
and erupt, signaling
an end to her pretense.

Weary of repairing
other’s battered armor,
she hammers out
her own dents.
* for a friend, inspired by a friend.
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