Seesaw Days

The thoughts of a child.

Seesaw dreams.

Boxes of books

Now stored away. 

Come floods

A brand new day.

Once arrogance 

Now fear.

An abundance of energy

Frozen in stone.

But a long-haired gray kitty still resides

The shelter of a warm left thigh.

He seldom plays

Lost in an aging haze.

Kitty-cat dreams

Seesaw days.


—Howard Hain

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