...for you to open this gate for me.
Of course I could go around. That's what I do when you're not in the yard.
But you ARE in the yard, and I wish for you to open this gate for me. Now.
Then I will ignore you from the garden.
Until I want you to again open the gate for me.
2 comments:
Cat poetry!
It's the cocked ear that makes it for me.
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