In an oval room I sit, with only a desk and a lamp before a wall of windows.
Behind, and outside, a swollen cloud slumbers, amongst a sky of grey and over damp grass.
In this dark room I sit, the lamplight casting shadows to and fro.
In the flame’s light, I sit, pen in hand and a story unfolds.
The door creaks.
"Who intrudes my inner sanctum?" I demand. A mew responds.
"Who intrudes my inner sanctum?" I demand. A mew responds.
Merely a cat it seems, but alas!
Behind me a shadow creeps and tonight, my story remains untold.
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