poetry by j matthew waters

december eleven

bone broth & diced chicken breast
chopped carrots & celery
garlic & black pepper
(not to mention)
a pint of winter ale or two

stovetop gives way to dining room
dark with registers closed
filtered light from streetside windows
accentuating cat’s repeated calls

pots & pans & single soup bowl
washed & stacked in strainer
strings & drums streaming midair
(not to mention)
feline sated temporarily

december two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “december eleven

  1. Fortunate feline!

  2. Quite the delectable cat poem!

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