The Moment It Chafes

Posted on by Beauty in Poetry

The moment chafes
Crinkling up my nostrils
Giving me…pause
When what I really need are paws
I’m in the open water this time
And my legs fight to float
Tweet, chirp, tweet
Must keep this bird in my box
Purr, meow, purr
A blow back so fierce
Ready or not here comes love
Living in a bell jar
My fingers have no traction
It’s a solitary solo
Will my screech crack the glass?

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One thought on “The Moment It Chafes”

  1. Soon my love
    You’ll not be alone
    My dog to your cat
    Dragging a bone
    The jar will break
    The flood flow forth
    Our love free
    To be so much more.

    I love you Beauty ❤❤❤

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