Precious Green Thing

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.

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String Theory

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.