Ramblings of a Confused Tree Hugger Part 3
Its been four days
I left you a rotisserie chicken in
your bowl
it was still there when i got home
I think I'm going to pore me another drink
but dam the bottle is empty
no way to get to town
so I will dwell on my loss
and hope you are alive
I'm starting to miss the way you play
and the way you tug on my paint leg
and that noise you make
they all told me that your kind are thieves
I don't think so
I know that all you wanted
was something to eat
I think tomorrow
Ill go out and look for you
But where?
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