Poem -
Signs of Insanity Apparently
Little kittens down by station
In the fleeting twighlight
Savouring tasty morsal scraps
Scattered in the night
Timid eyes and wary tails
I greet them like a mad man
They glare at me so unimpressed
As I stagger up the stairway
To meet my screaching train
It's a ritual on my mornings of drudge
To stop and smell roses and such
Helps me get through the rest of the day
I couldn't care less what people judge
I'm ok, it's just my way
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Awww....I would want to talk to those kittens too!Ā I would probably have missed the train lol x
@ "probably have missed the train" š¤£ Yeah I feel that.Ā
Hmm analogy here of am I reading too much into this? Such an interesting read. Peace and smiles. Your friend Max
Haha... nothing cryptic about this one... plain and simple confession that I do (on occassion) talk to animals, plants, God and myself šĀ
Sounds sane to me! Keep those conversations going! just don't answer yourself! lol!................................Jim