Saturday, March 02, 2024

A poem …


It’s not too bad

At first, when she’s away.

He puttered about

Doing things, but when

The second day nears

Its end, he can’t help

Noticing something’s 

Missing, like the necessary

Ingredient in a magic potion.

The house remains friendly

Enough, but no longer

Charms, a property

Wanting possession

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