Jun 30
4 min read
LET’S GO MUSICAL AT PAPER POETRY
Well Earned Rest in the Afternoon Sun
In ottava rima
I look back squinting, in case it was not
what I did really think that I do see.
Look down again into the eyes of what
was this red rodent staring back at me.
What’s in his cute white paws? What has he brought?
Some small and shiny gift that couldn’t be.
So painfully, I crawl off from this chair…
