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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Playtime


That hard, percussive sound 
of a football repeatedly kicked
resounds along our street.
The boys are back from school.

The cats watch through the flywire.
They avoid catching my eye.
The fur is lifting on their necks. 
They do not ask to be let outside.
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2 comments:

  1. Freya PickardJuly 23, 2011 at 4:45 PM

    I like the eery, tense feel to this piece of writing. It starts off kind of normal and slips into uneasiness. Good atmosphere!

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 23, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :)

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