14/07/20

Your words are perfect spheres,
Like rain on fur,

Unable to permeate
My repellent pelt.

Mongrel-stubborn,
I shake them off.

The living-room carpet gets stained.

Two cats

Two cats play piano;
Soft paws on ivory keys
Stumbling into unintentional melodies.
Whiskers tickle thick chords
As hammers hit hard harmonies.


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Thanks,
Saba

 

10/07/20

I could define today
As bare toes burrowing
In a plush sun-warmed meadow.

Instead I ruminate
On uneasy encounters
With steaming land mines of manure.


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Thanks,
Saba