I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
Her bare/Feet seem to be saying:/We have come so far, it is over.
No More Poems - Eric A Taylor
The children sleep quietly in their beds,
mother sits quietly in the kitchen.
The door creeks and a panther enters.
The mother looks at it, not surprised.
"I will run no more, cat" she says to it.
"Then I shall chase you no longer, poet." Says the cat.
The strong smell of gas fills the room.
The mother sleeps, perchance she dreams?
But there will be no more poems.
© Eric A Taylor