Mostly Human
Summer’s morning heat comes sneaking
through the screen, kicking the AC on.
I move toward the pane while my
young cat, previously disinterested
in wind and sun and birds and bugs,
comes running too late at the sound
of a closing window. Sometimes
I think he is mostly human,
especially when he wants something
only because he can’t have it.
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You busted the humans! Bullseye.
Love the forbidden fruit
love the movement at the beginning and the different kind of movement at the end
That turn is wonderfully done, Arwen!
Subtle sounds move this poem along nicely!
thank you all!
I laughed and loved his poem so hard
I really like this poem; so visual.