Up on my ledge,
I slave away,
sleeping for hours, snoring away
I have been requisitioned to withhold,
the ancient knowledge that's yet to be discovered and told.
It's tiring I say,
as I want also to be free,
go out there and join in the frenzy...
of what lays beyond the window-sill,
I stay quiet and then sometimes
I can hear something,
resting tranquil.
This scroll I think lays hidden beneath,
the box squeezed in a ball,
near my feet.
I'm a curious cat
one could say,
a million times an hour, I'm about to reach out
and bounce that ball in play.
But the assignment was to touch-it-not,
and I'm already on my eight life
am I not?
I better behave and stay put,
within these four walls
I jump, play and co-exist
With this scroll,
without which the world
would probably lose it all
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You have developed the prompt so beautifully. It's such a sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marietta! That’s so sweet and kind of you to say 😘💕
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