haunting of scampering feet
mouse paws drifting one before the other
pulling the tiny ghost across my vacant memory
pausing, just once, to say goodbye
to her dehydrated, furry corpse.
nice way with words sparrow! tq for coming by.. 🙂
Thanks, and you’re welcome. ^^
Really dig the imagery in this poem.
Thank you very much, Wanderer. 🙂
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.