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Day 11 NaPoWriMo - Next to the Cancer Centre

Today's prompt is to "play around with overheard language." This morning's walk provided me with my poem.

Next to the Cancer Centre

On the crackling, brown grass recently exposed

by the melting snow of spring

a coyote pounces and shouts, Gotcha!

From a tunnel deep in the earth,

a voice whispers back, Missed me!

This time.

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