Chillin"
it's almost sundown
I checked the clock
It's almost Thanksgiving
Everything's soaked
Rescued carrots from rain thawed dirt
Hot soup eased the chill
cool chablis eased the pain
Cat keeps sliding from blue jeans lap
to resettle higher and slowly reslide
Claws are verboten
She knows
Time for a refill
This poem's done
Cat's at the window
studying darkness
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