Tuesday Haikusday: The Laser

Meditating in the garden, writing my poetry.
Meditating in the garden, writing my poetry.

This morning I was playing with the laser bug. I’ve decided to wax poetic on the turbulent relationship that we share together. Eh hem…

You come from nowhere

And I wonder where you live,

Ghostly red being.

.

I smack you down hard

and lift my paw to behold

nothing. Nothing. Gone.

.

I see you touch me

but I feel nothing, really.

Am I unfeeling?

Tell me. What’s your relationship like with the red laser bug? Share with me.

Love,

Crepes.

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