I don’t write often enough.
A long time ago, (I mean way, way back)
There was once a large, burly lumberjack,
Who lived in a log cabin built by his dad
And dressed head to toe in denim and plaid.
’Twas the night before Christmas, just after dark,
And a homeless guy was taking a large dump in the park.
Shards of glass…
A young man and his hound walk a busy road
Some cat darts past to incite and goad
Leashes pull taut, collars slip free
But cats find refuge up any old tree.