Recollection of a Traumatic Event


I was reading Plato
With attention to its euphony
When cat stools flew through the air.

Our crazy neighbour
Thought she'd do us the favour
Of returning them.

But they weren't ours;
We keep our cats indoors.

We screamed at each other awhile,
And then a policeman came.

How did he keep a straight face?


©2016 Michael Fraley




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