Very Bad Archive
It sat solitary
Mad Cat Lady
It sat solitary
Polished by wind and rain
As if deep in thought
though sans brain
Sometimes a finger bone would twitch and tap
On the boulder on which it sat
As time past dirt and the dust
Accumulated within crevices
And weeds sprang up from ground
twisting and twining around
Until a semblance of form was given
Organic, green and living
And the skeleton decided it had grown as a person
And got up and walked away
Mad Cat Lady has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mad Cat's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mad Cat's latest works: