He Used To Bring Me Flowers
He used to bring me flowers
...in his more romantic hours
Alas...they would only die
causing a farewell sigh
Today he came in
with a sheepish grin
...and his gift to me
What do you think I do see
Found upon the road
leading through the woods...
someone else’s throw-away goods
He has brought upon our scene
a tiny...coal black furred…kitten
with glowing eyes of green...
© Faye Sizemore 10/26/04
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