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The little cat slumbers soundly
Purring loudly on my bed,
While I sit thinking
Thinking about civilization, and
How bloody it is. All those
Battles and wars in ancient times
Were pointless
Midnight stirs on my bed.
I wonder what he dreams about.
I’ve always wondered that.
What do cats dream about?
Dogs too
Back to my thoughts
Even more recent wars are pointless;
And make no sense. All of them;
The World Wars, the Cold War, Vietnam
All of them
It’s Thursday. I got a snow day today.
The doorbell rings, and my brother answers.
...Midnight is dead.
- by ich heisse Winter |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/30/2008 |
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- Title: Losses
- Artist: ich heisse Winter
- Description: this was originally a longer poem, but i edited it for a different assignment in my Imaginitive Writing class. i wrote it for my cat who got ran over just a week after we fixed him (don't know the specific word for males ^^' don't murder me please) but i still miss him dearly, this is sort of a tribute to him
- Date: 11/30/2008
- Tags: losses
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Octavius Highlander - 06/05/2009
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hehe thank you for your comment and rate!
ohhhhhh!! i love this! ^^ 5/5! - Report As Spam
- Kaylaferret - 02/11/2009
- Awwwwwwwwwww....things like that are drppressing..
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- Xx30_Seconds-of_LifexX - 12/01/2008
- Aw thats so sad. and that was an awesome poem!
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- SeizureProcedure182 - 11/30/2008
- Pretty awesome.Gewd Job! LOL
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