pussy bach
look pussy bach a magpie
collecting february sticks for a nest
and here you are all snug and warm
and the snow forecast is no more
than the paper i light the log fire with
how lucky you are
and you don’t give it a second thought
soulful eyes and a tilt of the chin
the most successful trait that ever
tickled a darwinian thought
on the purr of the moment
i give you a tickle behind your ear
and darn me if all’s not right with the world
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