Copyright 2019 Bruce Jewett
fishing for cats
shoelaces tied to a stick
they pull me in
running, yelling
who’ll be police
who’ll be gangstas
who’ll chalk the bodies
little boys at play
warmer, longer days
children yell and run
into the evening
spring tosses petals
at my window– come out
come out and play
all summer day long
children screaming and chasing
maybe I’ll join them
Children run, scream, shout
All day long, enjoy them now
Soon their school will start.
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
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