The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Coffee Cup

I sat down the mat,
Sipped hot chocolate and stared
Blankly at the black cat
Like I never cared.

It meowed and meowed,
Filled the room with the meowing sound
And ran away to the door
Where the cat accidentally slipped.

I was surprised,
Dropped my cup to the floor
And down it went,
Broken to jigsaw pieces.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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