My reality is filled with love:
A backyard of such splendor,
Vigor wafting through my open window
Singing sweetly to this heart
In a home of one thousand cats.
Tag: splendor
Francine Georgette Picoundé (day 699)
They never see me
These silly humans
I lurk in the darkness
And over the fences
I find all of your
Leftover pizza
Shrimpy remains
Edges of sandwiches
And I smirk
At your sloppiness
How weakly you conceal
What you waste
Exorbitantly
Your spoils
My riches
I am laughing
In pure splendor!
Muahahaha
Francine can be purchased here.