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Saturday, June 27, 2020

That black cat

Stretched on parapet, 
in sultry summer morning,
inertia, envied. 

Hitchhiking for 

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt


Challenge prompt : Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay


I saw one lazying beneath the frangipani this Friday... Inspiring the micro-poetry in 5-7-5 format. 

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 


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