Looking out at four am
Through steamed window
The view is obscured
By a dying plant
(sadly too cold)
A cat doorstop
Cat food
A wind up radio
And a cow creamer.
Very random.
Too tired to rhyme.
Four am view
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Mallaband-Brown 
“Too tired to rhyme.” That’s kinda funny, I do like this poem. I can’t write or post a poem unless it rhymes, though I do know that poems come in every form.
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Thanks, I do try and make them rhyme, but I think blank verse works too. I’m not a real poet, but I love words. Xx
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