Monday, April 21, 2014

Slice of Life - Bits of Fur

Vacuum in hand,
I roll back and forth
Over the kitchen floor.

Dust gets sucked up,
Some dirt,
A bit of a brownie,
A stray Cheerio.

Then I see the fur,
Tumbleweeding across the floor.
It goes with the brownie and the Cheerio.


Each swipe of the vacuum,
Finds a bit more stray fur.

I know,
There will be none left.

It doesn’t matter,
I tell myself.
As I continue to move through the kitchen.

It doesn’t matter,
It doesn’t matter,
It doesn’t matter.

Wiping away tears,
I know that’s a lie I tell myself.

Who knew fur meant so much?

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