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...