wet

crouching under a medium umbrella
during a downpour is guaranteed to
wet a few things, mainly your bum
and the clothing there-attached
at least that’s what I did while
poaching for the cat: I was coaxing
her to come out from under the deck
from her dry spot at the back
in the corner and getting a  dry cat
to come into a very wet area
is not the brightest task as the cat
and my wet bum will tell you
the upshot was I got the cat inside
dry, and I got myself off to the movies
wet, and I think the cat won that round.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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