Thursday, February 24, 2011

Scrambled sparkles
of streetlights winking
off of the inchoate
whiskers of Tram,
of course he doesn't
care or even partake of
this particular reality.

Trembling before Monday's
vet visit, we both envision
a transport cubicle of fear
and bodily waste.

Tranquil avenues, hasten this way.

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