Maybe

Loud meandering Goldilox keeps pilfering

Food bowls she’s insane she’s a cat no I

Know she’s not you are hungry, I get it

Leaving moss on shoes is like an oak tree

Losing it’s nerve hair falling out like a

Cancer and chemo and all that radioactive

Terribleness that plagues the sick the

Lonely the desperate oh, for another try

At it but if it works to save my life maybe

It’s worth it. Maybe.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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