Found Poetry 579

2/24/21

aged creaking cat, we love you
through the early morning bellow for food and clawcuts
those evil mice had no chance
your jump missed the bed
so we lifted you up
as you had lifted us

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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