Poem Hunter
(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)


I lift the toliet seat
as if it were the nest of a bird
and I see cat tracks
all around the edge of the bowl.

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as one who's lived with cats, this made me smile—something funny observed and, wisely in my view, left just as it is. - gk
Beautiful poem o like it so much
Muse of the house, Muse of your residence. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.