I found her,

Left her I thought,

Upon some books,

Dug through the pile not once but thrice,

No,no,no I cried where are you!

Cats are always smarty pants,

I ask the cats they looked from one to another,

I feel they think ‘Search me!”

I would you know,

Iowa is over run with the flying demons,

Then tonight after some go to,

I feel lost ‘Harry Potter,

Re-entering my room,

I saw her worry end,

Scooping her up I felt happy then glad,

Not the same,

I had found one of Sherry’s red runner gloves,

Nothing has the swoosh that she has,

My trusty,

Yellow fly swatter.

A ladies pal,

Back home and always at the ready,

Killing flies left then right

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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