An almost empty, two day old yogurt cup,
was still sitting on the kitchen counter top
next to the stagnant soapy water in the sink,
a spoon stuck in its uncovered open mouth,
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very casual but intelligently cautious is the imagery build...slow whispering tone suits the cold atmosphere created in the poem...beautiful way of poem telling 10
There's a sensitive pause in bewilderment - somewhere between the fur growing delicately on yogurt and the gentle onset of decaying grey squirrel odours... yeah, likely it would be too hot to build a fire! Rgds, Ivan
Ah too funny. My squirrels didn't die, they just did gymnastics in my attic every morning. Thumpa, thumpa, POW...rumble rumble rumble! The yogurt I get. In fact I have a sisterhood of ants dancing in my kitchen right now. Ah maybe tomorrow I'd do the terminator, 'I'll be BAAK! '
were they? now i would view chimney with different eyes.