
Some thrones
Sometimes the throne is /
a mulch pile, a dead threshold /
waiting to be thrown.
.
.
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Some thrones
Sometimes the throne is /
a mulch pile, a dead threshold /
waiting to be thrown.
.
.
#threshold #throne #thrown #mulch #sometimes #dead #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #cat #june #wednesday #062722 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, Old North Knoxville, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Asleep upon her throne /
The cat who came to dinner. /
All that was without /
Now purrs deep within her./
Approach upon bended knee /
Should you be around /
And be sure your face /
Is suitably pointed down.
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