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Poems by Inchiki



 


Morning Cat Squeak



You want to go out
but itís raining
so how about we give you
a little fish?
no.

Morning cat squeak
you want to go out but itís raining
fire crackling, tea is just made

thin blue air
instates wet trees
after gales darkness washes through the glass
into the kitchen
- the sun following

Jup up Jup down
Jingle Jingle Meaow crash!
you want to go out but itís raining






Rhymes for a Mood  2007