The Demise of Mr. Smith He was an evil man, bullying, belligerent.Then, he hit her. On his phone coming down the stairs, I screamed, he startled and tumbled down,landing in a grotesque arabesque. I sniffed his nose, satisfied,returned to my place in the sun,purring, with my tail neatly tucked in. Wake Up! There is nothing likeloving […]
Chanah Wizenberg
VIXEN of VERSE 
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