by Paganini Jones
Sparrows flutter their wings, breasts in dust.
Lying somewhere between waking, sleeping,
Eyes closed see clearer. The small dust flies.
Enchanted, the cat pauses, flattens, growls,
Pounces, POUNCES! Lands on my chest,
Ignores my shock, winds round and round
Pushes my hands, purring encouragement.
Goes to sleep, dreaming of sparrows fluttering
In between sleeping and waking, in, on the bed
Author's Note: A harmless attempt at a challenge - to write an accrostic of my favourite sport. (2 words changed now. Would anyone notice but me?)
Posted on 05/25/2004
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