Soft scratches alert
To hear you
That you are there
Until you aren’t
And I wait
As any caged prey would do
For a return
Or consequence
Of proportions beyond me
Or anything
Even the moth runs from the flame
While perched on the door
Waiting for eternity
Or just the day.
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I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.
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