Jan 2020
First the eagle glid low overhead.
Then the farm cat, lame and tabby,
limped from bumper to dumpster,
while we smoked
and whined about our day.
Then the farm cat, lame and tabby,
limped from bumper to dumpster,
while we smoked
and whined about our day.
(55/M/Middle America)
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