Autumn’s Shriek

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Summer is hushed now
Autumn’s lowly howl murmurs
Bring on the chatter?

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Cat’s Orb ~ Quadrille

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Whilst sprawled
like arching, aching shadows
thrown over us,
we have become static and unresponsive
like cold, unfeeling surfaces
when days become just habit.
We spread like blackened dustsheets
to catch drips of light
that might show
the chaos happening inside this tiny
universe.

 

A quadrille is a 44 word poem.