leave the sleeping
milk filled cat
to fry the egg
for those of adams rib,
an untouched apple
shows no procreate,
offspring to the storm
that nature brews,
spluttering egg tells the story
they are returning to
carbon and water,
kitchen unfilled
wheat grows spoiled,
did adam not want eve,
loins barren uncaressed,
indulge in the silence
that follows
as cities
grow cold and foliage,
where next nature asks
as the cats eyes flutter,
with yearning
stretch of paw
it was not telling
written for Magpie Tales http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/
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