Breakfast At Owasco's

a cat warming the backs of my knees
a dog curled into my stomach -
another night in a too soft bed

frost
even the tiny fuzzy peaches
sit blinking in this morning’s sun

I was tempted to leave the comment
‘this is banal’
on nearly every poem I read

I really must put three ice cubes
on my orchid -
it’s blooming!

I got a chuckle,
and a tiny tickle,
from your stupid emoji

if your pencil is pointy
and your shovel newly sharpened
simple digs deep

I’m trying to write tiny poems
that make your head cock -
like boxcarblue’s

I'm delightfully intriqued by @boxcarblue's recurring seven poem series. He's (he?) very, very good at writing tiny poems that make my mind go 'huh?' like a dog trying to understand.

These were not all written just this morning, but most were. Two of them were previous responses to other posts. Can you tell which ones?

Thank you so very much for reading my poems. It's nice to be able to write them again.

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