The meal

Paper.Sketches.1

A pussycat on the windowsill:
with penetrating eyes
it stareth at the
little sparrow sitting
on a dead autumnal branch.

~

Paper.Journal.8

~
The dinner was almost served:
alas, a triple
glazed window victoriously
separated
the predator
and
the
prey.

~
Thus peace was
momentarily restored.

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