A cat sat on my garden wall. Its eyes burned like a fire. I watched it nearly half an hour, Then off it quickly ran. I sat awhile, with curtain drawn, My life upon that wall. The cat was gone, still I stayed on. It's strange how life seems planned.
Musings of a Georgia writer.
A cat sat on my garden wall. Its eyes burned like a fire. I watched it nearly half an hour, Then off it quickly ran. I sat awhile, with curtain drawn, My life upon that wall. The cat was gone, still I stayed on. It's strange how life seems planned.