Stray?

Isn't it time to stray?

To have a night on the tiles
and return home the next day
tired, hungover but happy?

Isn't it time
to find a wild cat
who'll dig her claws in your back?

She might hiss
and then purr.
She might ruffle your fur.

And you, you old fool,
you might fall for her.

You've a heart.
She might break it.

It's a risk.
Will you take it?



Copyright Bernard Young 2011

if i fell
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