Oh my lovely
kitty cat
nipping at the leaf
of a most peculiar
sort of plant
plucking at wings
batting at mice
this drunken sort
of love is not
civilized but
then you never
professed to be
civilized did you
Alas the world
of civilization is
an inhibiting sort
of place – a lost
garden filled with
vipers that bite
and sting poor
woman forced
to raise a child
with her violator
not that folks who
have never changed
a diaper in their
sorry lives have
ever actually raised
anything except
perhaps an eyebrow
or two
8-2022
Anne's mediocre poetry 