By Touch…

Our odd black cat thinks he’s a buffalo;
when he head bumps all, we witnesses “flow”.
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At dawn, the dove’s song can be elegant;
mournful, making me somewhat desolate.
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Her long eyelashes are magnificent,
like a squirrel’s fingers so diligent.
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Yellow flower bower coreopsis
— nectar, pollen, oasis, synopsis.
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A crane’s supple long neck’s vermicular,
undulates in a way particular.
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