Published Mon Nov 04, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
The intruder broke security
In the stillness of the dead of night.
The honking cacaphony
Alerted geese in southern flight
Who looked below with watchful eye
But seeing no brethren in distress
Added to the melody.
We woke and peered through window shades
Leery of seeing the aftermath
And there on the top of our honking car
Sat our very own cat who was taking a bath.
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