Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Poor poor Isabelle

11 March 2013

Poor, poor Isabelle

 

Poor, poor Isabelle,

tortured each morning at dawn,

birds, inches away,

 

singing, fluttering,

so close, yet so far away,

poor, poor Isabelle.

 

Birds, oblivious,

Tail-swishing, growling, huntress

is tempted to pounce!

 

The birds ignore her,

but I am not so amused

by clawed up curtains!

 

Yelled at and punished, each morning is hell

for being herself, poor, poor Isabelle.

11 March, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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