First Published in Art With Words Quarterly Poetry Journal 2nd Quarter, 2007
He sits poised with head down then springs forward to attack The rug becomes littered with tiny tufts of white, gray and black as fur flies. They roll around in a tangle kicking each other in the head She’s older and more experienced he’s younger and stronger instead and the fur flies. Her beauty draws him like a flame he keeps coming back for more They go barreling down the hall and crash into the door as fur flies. She’s cunning, clever and quick he’s fun-loving, handsome and bold They seem to be evenly matched Their tussle is fun to behold as the fur flies. Hair on the sofa and the dining room chair illuminated by sunlight floating in the air the fur flies. We love them anyway and keep the vacuum nearby Sweet William and Petunia sure-footed, impulsive and sly whose fur flies.
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