©2023 michael raven

worn out denim soul
frayed and torn
with a hole in each
scuffed knee where
the dark keeps court
and grim grey skin
peeks out

parkbench handouts
to pigeons and the
crow folk, squirrels
plotting domination with
cross-eyed laughter
behind banks of snow

5 thoughts on “cross-eyed

        1. Crazy cat daddy here with seven. Not quite sure how that happened. Oh, right, the wide, pleading eyes from the humans who have gotten suckered by cuteness overload.

          For the record, I am standing firm against adding a corgi to our household in spite of the sad tears. Barely holding my own on that one, but I am determined. Gods grant me strength.


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