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... and poets will keep on writing
singers keep on singing
countries will continue fighting
with their tails stinging

lovers will continue trying
to find love everlasting
dreamers will continue flying
through their sad days blasting

and haters will continue hating
but let them all continue
while this planet keeps rotating
what matters is what's in you
Oh, little grey cat,
come sit on my lap.
and snuggle like
my old departed
feline used to do.

Too independent
as cats tend to be,
maybe in time you
will perch on my lap
and purr contentedly.

Truth be told, I fully
understand your
affection shown is
way more about your
needs than mine.
The rest of the time
you could not care less.
Cats are the ultimate
animal hedonist.
Don't tell him, but
I actually admire his
independent ways and
the regal like dignity
that comes along with it.
Opened windows
Opened doors
What is mine
Is also yours
Come and go
As you please
Birds fly south
So they don’t freeze
The fires burning
The dwelling’s still
Not exciting
No big thrill
Just a room
Inside a house
Or is the room
Turned inside out?

Leafless tree
Boughs and twigs  
Folded in Namaste

Alive and green
The tree trunk young
Slightly bent

Part of a canopy
Of the tree lined road
It rests awhile

Seasons change
Some along with the weather
Cycle of change replete
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