Cat Nap
This poem would like to fold
itself up, like a napping cat,
curl its tail over its eyes,
block out the raucous world.
This poem is tired of scribbling
words of peace that don’t work –
lines of ink that fade before its eyes.
Quadrille #186 – Fold
rhymeswithbug 
I am totally in harmony with this poem 💜💜💜
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Candy – I love the personification – you rocked this.
❤
David
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Wonderful, Candy. It’s been awhile since I wrote a “this poem” poem. I LOVE this one.
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