Tuesday, November 22, 2005

attic rag doll

iris with the red hair: it is lonely in the hills

lavender cat: but there's good rabbit

iris with the red hair: the air is so crisp my lungs ache

lavender cat: i like to tunnel under piles of fallen leaves

iris with the red hair: combat cat

lavender cat: all frailty

iris with the red hair: it is noteworthy, this damp hollow. muddied garment. birds that have gone now. proud evergreen.

lavender cat: i miss the birds

iris with the red hair: and the cicadas

lavender cat: i want to shred the tree

iris with the red hair: as long as it's not the chair

lavender cat: i will curl up there

iris with the red hair: while i tend the hearth

lavender cat: you are the flame in my heart

iris with the red hair: you are the fur on my toast

lavender cat: i do try

iris with the red hair: let's climb the belfry

lavender cat: such chiming never changed a day

iris with the red hair: i like the power of its call

lavender cat: the perspective of a possible fall

iris with the red hair: how very small we are compared to its enormity

lavender cat: how disposable we are against the validity of hours

iris with the red hair: we must make it ours

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