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Looking through the grate

In the carrier,

Into the eyes frightened by this change.

Promising her

She will not be in danger anymore.

I drive away from the farm

Knowing this life is not going to be a coyote’s meal.

What you say

about me

reflects more on you.

Onion Breath.

When opposing views are shared

in the waiting room

the staff might have to fear

that an altercation is imminent.

Thankfully, the gentleman

just decided to talk to another male

instead of arguing with me.

An opinionated old woman.

He can take his Archie Bunker style of humour

and shove it up his A@#.

Down to Earth.

Quantum growth available.

Fire the slingshot past Mars.

Voyager journeys on.

Gravity compels us.

Slow your heart rate.

Give the Sun and the Moon back to me.

Stars shoot past the comets.

Cars are a luxury

many of us willing use.

Our roads and highways demand them.

Yet, where do they all go when not being driven?

After they are parked,

How do we get them back out?

Car park hell.

It could be more costly to run though.

But I am curious as to what puzzles would be procured.

Divorce the in-laws.

Trash the garbage bags.

Kitty litter smells.

Dump the scraps for the birds.

Re-usable?

Only if someone else likes dirt.

Stress re-enacts the moments.

The memories.

The people involved make the situation recur.

No way to get away.

Fear finds you wherever you go.

A man’s house is his castle.

A woman’s bedroom is his brothel.

Why do we tolerate this?

Want, no.

Need, probably.

Cat purring up a storm

‘in my lap.

Interfering with my plans, yes.

Helpful and comforting, ultimately yes!

Can you turn your head?

Do you still get dizzy or unbalanced?

Then you shouldn’t be driving!