I moved recently.
When you move, you lose stuff:
Like your address book,
And thank you cards,
And office supplies,
Including stamps,
All things which, seemingly,
Would be in the same box,
But are nowhere to be found.
A sad story:
Sad, but true,
Like a poem someone writes
While standing in an animal shelter
But living in a “no pets” apartment.
And then you find the address book,
And thank you cards,
But the office supplies
And stamps
Are still nowhere to be found,
As if your neighbor adopted
The golden retriever puppy
And the persian cat
But left the litter of kittens behind.
Snark on the Side 