The Sunday Whirl 2/10/19

A fly once had the chance to shoot

For the stars but didn’t give credence

To the chat it heard in the neighborhood

That one sly cat was on the prowl, seeking

To mar the chances of anyone trying for this goal

So making a shy attempt to reach this objective, it failed

And instead was offered a barter to exchange

It’s lofty goal for a one that wasn’t off the charts

To get away with its life and limbs intact and

Sing in cadence, praises of its savior, the cat

Written in response to;

The Sunday Whirl

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