Unlike birds and I,
You go now to the office
And away from joy
Even as it sheds,
My softness is inherent
Clinging to them all
Squirrel of twitch and fluff
Chase is sugar, catch is sand
Bit shells flutter down
Plum blossoms sag
Like the pocket ‘tween my hinds
Rainy day licking
Flying disc stuck now
Among the fisty plum buds
She is no athlete
Sprinkling yellow rain
On the peeping crocus spears
Spring is awesomer
I see everything
Blue, brown; two eyes pushpulling
Take light and give it
You see now why he should be your President.
Or at the very least, why you should follow him @mrvito
