As I walk to my sliding glass door, I look down and stare at the floor.
As I arrive at the clear glass plain, I look into the yard to keep me sane.
As I look up my eyes do behold, a lovely young flower that has grown so bold.
I soon think this is the one to pluck, however I soon realize the door is stuck.
When I turn to stop and think, I shortly turn back and wish I hadn’t blinked.
For my flower is gone and no intruder around, no clues can be recovered not even by the hound.
And so I sit and revel in dismay, at opportunity lost and how cheap Life can play.
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