History is recorded
everyday by
crystal eyes in
this half green city.
It's not
easy to watch the colorful
ants that
live down below,
how witty.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with a fluffy tail, so pretty,
that lives
up in the
clouds.
From the top of a red
brick building
there's a
natured sill filled
with sounds.
You don't know it,
and you're
drinking coffee
from your home
just to
show it.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with a cream coat, so pretty,
that sees the next
building across the street and
that cookie
you're trying to
split.
Apartment drowned
by documents and
diamonds with
an ancient owner
that polishes ornaments.
With time to waste
and a chicken
to baste
this cat passes its
days watching
glass divided residents.
There's a kitty
named Nity
with green orbs, so pretty,
that sits like a loaf
in the sun
on a sill
decorated by
plants.
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When Only Paper Can Save
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