Tuesday, June 1, 2010


to be banished to the cellar
after years of sunshine,
what sadness comes upon her
hearing the scratching of claws
on old wooden floors above her
while she smells the sour smell
of slightly soggy cardboard
below her prison
for the night,
only the night,
my sweet

1 comment:

ReadHeadedCyclist said...

We love you Daisy.

Buddy & Portia