meeting the enemy
I cringed when I saw her coming straight toward me, she was kamikaze cat.
She did not care who she took out, but she was swifter than a bat.
Fearless, ready to die too, she brutally crashed into my terrified plane.
As we walked into heaven she had the nerve to ask me my name.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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