Not All Of Us Are Connoisseurs

Murphy approaches, looks up at me

and meows. I tell her she must wait.

I’m writing a poem, food for the soul.

She meows some more. I keep writing.

She indignantly hisses, “I prefer tuna.”

                                                                  JDG

 

This entry was posted in poetry.

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