Felix is certain:
He simply won't take a pee,
As hard as I tug.
Acorn on the ground--
Beige dead sprout on a gray day;
I think I will sing
.
A small shining sun
In the midst of a gray day;
Nature sheds her light.
There is no wind now,
Not even a rippling breeze.
Dead leaf is still dead.
Canine mementos
Lie on the manicured sidewalk;
(What's wrong with this scene?)
Drops of rain falling;
Forgot I'm in Seattle;
(I water know.)
Striped cat or peacock?
Only the bush knows for sure,
And it's not telling.
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