Thursday, February 22, 2018

Whiskers

I know, I make things up, that God does, too...creating worlds, though, love is not a lie. You start a thing, and there it goes...to be or not to be, at all. The trap is that, a bloodless coup...a hope, the cheese is not a tainted thing. The mouse stands down, his twinkling eyes, calculating every move...except, that love's a choice of its own.

Snap!


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

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