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Scared to death

I brought back more soup for me,

The little salmon baby had yet to eat,

I had left the door closed,

Baby kitten safe in the only room warm,

‘No kitten!

I scanned the room,

‘No kitten!

The door open!

Rescanned the closed room!

On the edge of ballistics!

The same feeling ‘Baby carriage rolling down a long San Fransisco cable car hill with sleeping baby!

My blood was about to blow the pressure point!

Then I spotted her,

The reading lamp I’m forced to use since my four year old Walmart three dollar lamp died,

Now I’m using a night lamp I asked my friend Pat for a reading lamp for Christmas she is under the assumption this at a distance gives me light for reading,

My baby had her head all the way into the hole right up against the light bulb,

Looked like a Queen Anne collar with a light bulb of death!

I’m sharing life because that what journalist poet,

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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