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Nov 2012
I like to watch the small beetle
run in circles on my floor,
chasing the cat,
who is chasing it.
A power struggle and a stare-down
Every imperfection of the floor
is a mountain for the beetle.
Every dark underneath
a failure for the cat.
Neither plans to end the game
so neither one shall win it.
Written by
Dena
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