Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Thursday, March 03, 2005

The Cat House

Noon now.
No one near enough
to throw the scent
of morning bone
from the nostrils
of this nightshade.

Back and forth.
Forth and back.

The diamond fence
brushing broad black face
from young mother's babes,
well grayed enduring benchers,
and one unlikely pair of friends.

Back and forth.
Forth and back..

Noon now.


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