Dinner Rush
The Cannon Center
holds its breath.
The quivering stillness
of prey in front of a predator.
The deer in the headlights.
The rabbit looking at the wolf.
The antelope that knows the lion is just around the corner.
Here they come.
I LOVE YOU.
ReplyDeleteForgive me while I wipe a stray tear of hysteria and joy from my eye and exult over said Katherine.
That will be all.
Wait, also, I love that you're a scullery maid. I will let you know how my Charming scouting goes.
This poem actually made me laugh out loud. For reals. I loved it.
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