thoughts on a perfect Kansas day
It is one of those perfect Kansas days
Seventy-eight degrees and breezy
It feels like seventy
I have propped the front door open
Confident because I no longer have a cat
The last time I did this Peepers brought in a wiggling mouse
dangling from her mouth
I yelled “NO!” and Peepers dropped him
He ran for an empty filing cabinet.
I took it apart but never found him
Since I did not find a headless body
I knew that Peepers had not found him either
It was fun to think of this on this perfect Kansas day
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