A car whizes by, honking its horn,
My cardboard box shakes from the vibration.
The cat purs and lays her head on my legs.
I turn, and find a position to rest,
On the dark and damp ground.
And I close my eyes.
But before I drift into my makebelieve land,
I whisper,
"This is where I belong"
Author notes
happiness in simplicity and in living, no matter how the circumstances are.
A contest entry
- sweet & short prewrite paradise by neenz.
450 points, ended January 4, 2007, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wonderful
wow this is truly amazing its so you... hehehehe.. -
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ha!! what?!
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interesting take on homelessness, thought provoking, thank you for the entry. -N
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