i come home
to
a mexican standdoff
of
sorts
on the inside
of
the window
the
little blucat
with
firebrush tail
and
arched back
facing off against
the big
busterfer jones
tom
from 3 doors
down
black
and white
persian
moggy
more than
twice
the size
of gus blucat
pressed
up
against
the outside
of the glass
normally
the
best of buds
but
there is
a
new girl
in town
and
she sings
a siren song
so it is
bared claw
at 3 paces
as i
put down
my keys
there is a
muted
thump,
thump.
they have
rushed
each other
forgeting
the magic
of glass
and now
as i
finish
r.o.l.f.ing
i see
they
have
retired
to their corners
with that
was'nt me
that did that
dumb thing
look
as they
wash their
paws
with backs
speaking volumes
and eyes still
crossed.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
i come home
to
a mexican standdoff
of
sorts
on the inside
of
the window
the
little blucat
with
firebrush tail
and
arched back
facing off against
the big
busterfer jones
tom
from 3 doors
down
black
and white
persian
moggy
more than
twice
the size
of gus blucat
pressed
up
against
the outside
of the glass
normally
the
best of buds
but
there is
a
new girl
in town
and
she sings
a siren song
so it is
bared claw
at 3 paces
as i
put down
my keys
there is a
muted
thump,
thump.
they have
rushed
each other
forgeting
the magic
of glass
and now
as i
finish
r.o.l.f.ing
i see
they
have
retired
to their corners
with that
was'nt me
that did that
dumb thing
look
as they
wash their
paws
with backs
speaking volumes
and eyes still
crossed.
both cats are neutered
but still
in spring they dream....
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