Why do I write poems
You ask? Why does Jessica
Chase her tail? Perhaps
To get the blood warm
For a day of watching
Squirrels out back.
One can see one
Or the other and be amused.
She and I might take up
Something else, chasing
A ball, reading a novel.
Someone overseeing us
Might smile at our
Industry. We wake
Each morning and set
About our business, not
Usually justifying our efforts
Beyond our doors, though
Earlier there a cat upon
Our porch and
One of us barked.
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