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Milk

June 19, 2020

the cat
sits in the
hat he drinks
his milk
sits back
and laughs
and taps his
paws on top
of keys
stopping me
from writing
things,

i must write
no excuse
i sit back
and laugh
cat flies
across the
room falls
on the bed
landing soft
finally off
my sacred keys,
i drink my milk
and type
to you a
short haiku:

a writer must pounce
scratch! at my hands, the nay sayers
they know not my hunt.