The King of the Backyard

by purpletears
Playing under
the tender sunlight,
here it goes.
The small king of the
old backyard.
In his little kingdom,
there's no place for bitter tears
ofr for worries about the future.
The only thing he wants
is to show his prowess
to all of these pasky mice.
Playing under
the most tender sunlight,
the king of the old backyard,
dreams of a tender hug,
but he is too proud
to openly admit it.
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Sharmishtha Shenoy

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October 1, 2016 - 17:09 Unfortunately I hate cats
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purpletears

October 3, 2016 - 02:13 To each, its own. I love them

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