by | Jun 16, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

If only I could reach the handle,
To open the door so shiny bright,
And get my paws on the cold white nectar,
Then drink it all by the built in light.

If only they could see how much,
I’m tempted when they pour it out.
I watch it falling in their coffee,
Tumbling from the open spout.

It cools the tongue.
It feels like silk.
This cold white liquid,
Known as milk.

If you gave me some we’d be friends again,
We’d make our peace and build our bridges,
But you’ve closed the door and I have none…

…If only cats could open fridges.


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