My Quill My Arrow
Climbing up on the old crusty castle wall.
Skipping my thoughts off the clouds
and hopefully unto you.
"My quill my arrow and
space is your sheild."
"Hello Molly dolly my dear purrfect cat!" I
say as she climbs up pulling her fat.
"Where's your brother willy?" After a long
stretch and yawn she purrs "Oh he's down
there hiding in your hat".
Lifting her up placing her cold wet nose
to mine. "How lucky this life I am so
blessed to grasp"
Setting her down, I begin to write..
Copyright © David Lemke | Year Posted 2005
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