What Goes Up
Must come down . . .
I once had a cat called L O V E
Love liked to climb real high up;
Any high p l a c e was her perch,
But she seemed to prefer my CURTAIN rods;
Hours she would s t a y like a bird.
But as, Isaac Newton says,
What goes UP must come down (right);
And when I though all h o p e was lost,
And all coaxing was just pointless;
With one great L E A P Love was down.
. . . this is L I F E with a cat
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February 23, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/What Goes Up
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 760-830-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written in February 2016
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
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