Melina Gunnett

June 22, 2011

Disquiet from the Ledge

Filed under: Poetry — Melina Gunnett @ 11:59 AM

He balances on the ledge
A worried look on his face
He doesn’t understand

I steep myself it hot water
Surrounded by vanilla scented bubbles
Luxuriating in the aroma

A plaintive meow
My reclusion is broken
“Please mom, come out!”

His distress is evident
He dare not enter
But he sees the danger

I have fallen into the large water dish
And I have not come out.

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