Papa's Poetry Corner: Matted

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

Matted

It was a bad fur day. Some days a tongue can only do so much. My reflection in my water dish caused my unmatted patches of fur to stand on end. What started out as a bad reflection, only got worse. Birds were too swift a-flight, and mice were too quick to find a hole. The Bright One lay hidden... Sign in to see full entry.

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