Her Way
I heard her complain about me,
To her pet parrot,
She said,
I had ignored her all day long
As though she did not exist,
That
No longer did I find her interesting
What she said she intended me to hear
And I did.
I did not utter a word,
I showed her the lines I just wrote,
As are before you,
For a moment, she raised her eyes,
And looked at me
Then moved towards the kitchen.
A tease she is
I could read in her eyes.
I let her have her way.
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