Pickles has a relentless play drive. He exhausts all eight of his cat friends each day (well, the ones who will play with him) and then wears the people out crying, climbing, clawing, and biting for more. Occasionally, he does manage to occupy himself, and even though it sometimes leads to a mess, the people are grateful for a moment of reprieve.
camera intervenes
in the middle of his kill
hunt interrupted
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This Photo Wants to Be a Poem is a weekly feature at Reflections on the Teche. For my National Poetry Project, I’m playing along with the poetry calendar created by Margaret and Molly.
the dirigible plum 
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