big time cat fancier



The thunder finds
murder under freshly
ground snow. We had
a sandwich under
crumpled blankets.
The head lights
crawled up the hill.
I love (under) you. You know
hammers. Thumping,
the foundation cracked
under our head. It's
fine. We will go where
the weather is better.
In time.

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