This mountains crumbling down
This road is longer now...

There is a male cat (uncut),
whom some poets forget to mention, it's true...

So I asked you to come over
Hadn't seen you in months...

Clear beads cloud my brow
As I roll my head back on my neck...

Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but...

"Though he be but little, he is fierce.&quot...
He straggled up the wall that kept the enemy out...

Pumpkin spice, chopped nuts, and fruity rum,
Mulled apple cider and an overripe plum...

Barely did her feet graze the cool green tips of...
Drawing near her humble cottage, latent high on...

Cool wind whisks my face
The glass window cracked open...

Sleepily, she trickles across wedged rocks
and mossy boulders...

I'm sitting upstairs,
more like pooling as cold milk does in a bowl...

Grief does not knock.
It shoulders the door...