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Sick,
Sick,
Sick,
Sick.

Coughing,
Hacking,
Colorful sputum,
Disgusting.

Sound like I'm gonna die,
Want to go home.
Brand-new personnel director
Says people are "concerned."

I fixed her.
Stayed until 9 pm
Plotting colorful plots
For a meeting.

CarolT,

Sometimes all there is to say is one thing - I love #1.

And the revenge at the end in #4 - lovely. As well as the sentiment, the repetition of "plotting" and "plots" is very nice.

Cool! A story in four stanzas. Nice twist.

Roll up the windows and keep
on going, said the doe to
the rabbit. The humans are
burning flesh on a bed of coals again.
~~~

The lure of the dish -
She yaps, jumps, throws
her body at my walking legs,
hurls herself into her Little Food Dance.
~~~

She paws my shoulder, I lift
the spread. She tucks in, gathers,
digs,and scratches together a nest,
turns, again, plumps down. Finally, right
~~~

She wears her old dress still
seeming to hold its size, a cotton plaid large
with a collar too big and a head too small, her
thin skin and chalky lips tightly strapping in the pain.

Lovely, Westerly.

Did you ever read Rabbit Hill or Edward, Hoppy, and Joe by Robert Lawson? The first one made me think of those books.

The last one is very poignant.

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