The sun streams through my windows
The cat is standing on my tummy
“Its time to get up,” they both say.
I roll over hoping for 5 more minutes
But it’s not to be
My feet touch the hardwood floors
And I head to the bathroom, finished, the cat whines, Meowing
Follows me, under foot, every step
To the kitchen for his daily can (with gravy)
Coffee started, a cigarette lit, the cat now content
And I sit in my living room
Getting that 5 more minutes
Before I start the day
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
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I enjoyed the reading of "Before the day". Rhythm under the beat of harmony on wit-wise subjects.
I salute You, Poet.
Ande Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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