Disciplined

like a disciplined cat
he sits on the chair
on a motionless scale
staring at an empty
breakfast table
an empty cup
an empty bowl
on those empty hours

she expects him to say
meow
but he didn't

in an hour he left and
tells the wind about it.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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