Happy Monday, everyone. What better way to start the week than with a poem?
Precious Green Thing
A treasure so wondrous, it must be hidden,
Safe from prying eyes.
Precious prize, symbol of mystery.
So one with the stars. So under the couch.
No plastic ring from a bottle, I vouch.
Did I mention I like to write poetry? It’s true. I enjoy the cadence of rhyme. It reminds me of purring.
Here’s a poem I wrote a few years ago. It’s called String Theory.
String Theory
The war against string
Is an ancient cat thing.
From shoelaces to twine,
If it dangles, it’s mine.
