Today, I wax poetic on the topic of July. I’ve heard that the point of poetry is to evoke emotion. Let’s see if I evoke a response in anyone specific today. Eh hem…
Heat is hot. Sticky.
The sunshine melts my ice cube.
Its form was fleeting.
.
Sun puddle warms fast.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
Under the couch: safe.
.
Hey! There’s lots of birds!
Gosh, I love to look at birds
Though I’m a tabby.
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What do you guys think? What are your thoughts on July? Do you like it? Do you like birds? Share with me.
Love,
Crepes.
It makes us feel hot, sticky, and irritable. Oh wait, that’s the Mommy! MOL!
If it’s Tuesday
it must be
Crepes
the Hot Haiku Tabby
Mmmm
we wax R surfbordz
we ate de fish on yur page
due knot speek oh burdz
whatza matter ewe
crepes haz loozed her mind oh yea
due knot speek oh burds
summer sux bee coz
G dam burdz R everee wear
due knot speek oh burdz
joo lye N aug gust
Oh M Cee wee hate theeze monthz
due knot speek oh burdz
Very good. My poetry has elicited the response I desired. – Crepes.
🙂