The dusty, bent wood
dutifully holds the books
I forgot to read.
Nobody saw her
spreading her dark, tattered wings;
they just scorned her flight.
Splashing and screaming;
waking up the neighborhood
with sounds of water.
in brown tables and blue chairs
and empty faces.
Cat at Midnight
Two yellow eyes glow,
tensed by unexpected steps
on the dark walkway.
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