Literature
collabapollooza 3.0
as i look back on my life i see the patterns i've created. most, but by no means all,
of them have been detrimental to myself and others. the inconsistency of of my consistencies,
the consistency of my inconsistencies; my short-sightedness, my abscent-mindedness,
the apathy of my empathy...
but now and then i catch a glimpse of the changes time, work and prayer are making.
in the window
reflection of a cat
startles the cat
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Sharp silver bristles...
An owl, on her down-swoop,
Glares at the the close pines...
the mouse, sped by her fear,
finds refuge 'neath those boughs.
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