11-28-2025, 01:16 PM
Chewy
We adopted him for the children.
eleven pounds of growling,
sitting in his claimed recliner,
then glued to my wife's stride
dragged on his hind legs,
room to room,
nails clicking across the laminate.
Pacing the middle
of our bed,
until I turn away,
birth control that bites.
We adopted him for the children.
eleven pounds of growling,
sitting in his claimed recliner,
then glued to my wife's stride
dragged on his hind legs,
room to room,
nails clicking across the laminate.
Pacing the middle
of our bed,
until I turn away,
birth control that bites.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson