Journal The Cabin

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write a poem about bob and miss missing chair


Old Bob, a fellow quite serene,
Had a habit, rather keen.
He'd settle down to read a book,
With a contented, thoughtful look.

But in his room, a curious plight,
A chair was gone, vanished from sight.
Miss Missing Chair, they'd come to say,
Had simply upped and walked away.

Bob would sigh, and softly state,
"Where could that comfort abdicate?"
He'd search beneath the dusty bed,
And peek where shadows often spread.

He'd check the hall, the landing wide,
Where furniture might choose to hide.
But Miss Missing Chair remained unseen,
A vanished comfort, quite mean.

Sometimes he'd pause, a wistful air,
And wonder where she'd gone, and where
She might be resting, plush and deep,
While he upon the floor would creep.

So Bob would read, upon the rug,
A silent, chairless, gentle hug
Of solitude, a quiet space,
Remembering Miss Missing's grace.

And though the chair was gone astray,
Bob found his peace in his own way.
He learned to live, and not despair,
With just himself, and empty air.
 
It is with great sadness that I must report that ROBERT the CAT who has been seen around the Cabin as early as last month has been POSSESSED by an OWL. He is presently in ( I SEE YOU )... and has been sedated.

I have a cleaning crew coming in this afternoon to spray the property... and the Cabin will receive a heavy duty Spring Cleaning tomorrow.

Please be very careful when you are out walking.



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