Stuck in disconnected silence
With pastel hands crossed in protest,
It sat sulking and listening;
Its council of numbers circled
In auditory quarantine
Mutely arguing about the
Capricious character of sound.
Stuck in disconnected silence
With pastel hands crossed in protest,
It sat sulking and listening;
Its council of numbers circled
In auditory quarantine
Mutely arguing about the
Capricious character of sound.
Capricious nature perhaps. Your avatar and poem reminded me of my cat who has lately lost his meow and seems almost miffed by it.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
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