Just a quick scratch
On the neck or back
And
Sunlight shares that
There's hundreds of hairs
With dust motes they sashay
Then they gather and play
Across freshly swept floors
Completely ignor-
ing any efforts to remove,
Reduce or extinguish them
No matter the weapon
There's no win
Once this battle begins
It sticks to the broom
It clogs the vacuum
And someday when
Archaeologists exhume
The remains of this room
What they'll find there
Will be mounds of hair
In response to the "Hairy" prompt from Poetic Asides
On the neck or back
And
Sunlight shares that
There's hundreds of hairs
With dust motes they sashay
Then they gather and play
Across freshly swept floors
Completely ignor-
ing any efforts to remove,
Reduce or extinguish them
No matter the weapon
There's no win
Once this battle begins
It sticks to the broom
It clogs the vacuum
And someday when
Archaeologists exhume
The remains of this room
What they'll find there
Will be mounds of hair
In response to the "Hairy" prompt from Poetic Asides
:) This is just furry fun!
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