by Kirsty Logan
Swithered over classing stray cats as a horde or a troupe
Cooked mini vol-au-vents for my feminism book group
Lay on the couch after they left so my thoughts could regroup
Read that bit in Alice about the mock turtle soup
Binned three house plants after months of ignoring their droop
Wrote the first end-rhymed poem I've ever attempted, then remembered why I hate end-rhymes, then wondered to what other levels this month of frantic poems will make me
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NaPoWriMo, Day 20.