Ruse
Miffed dog, puking at his owner's feet,
Forced to wax tiles with fresh spit,
Mocked by cats, he swears to never react;
Till the time's right,
Till the night casts laughing shadows on eidolic studs,
Till malkin parts get stuffed in a box,
Waiting to get lit up;
Until then, he lingers, he lulls.
Barks and Meows are beginning to sound the same to me,
The cat feed,
The dog eats what's left,
With,
Tail dancing,
I run around in circles finding my lost, best, friend.
poem by Jolomi Amuka
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