Poems from TheFurryOat

Their not young eyes look over stone glasses, to whom does their nose point?  Not a smile to be found, not even lingering leaving any room...
The eyes of the cat move back and forth with pendulums swings.It's smile was always disconcerting, always luring him to the window.8...
When I write I think of clouds of Sun that shined on days gone.  Behind a window is where I would stand thinking of the people that I've...
When I write, my world narrows The clouds could laugh at me But I’ll write ‘They seem lovely’ The sun will rise though it’ll stay night for...