Linda Edwards Scribbles











My cats are being weird.

They won’t touch the floor.

“What’s gotten into you?”

They bolt for the door.

The floor starts to rumble.

I edge for the couch.

The carpet is churning.

Of this I can vouch.

I see the cats fear now,

For my couch craft is rolling

And there’s no way to steer.

Who knows where I’m going!

The room’s in upheaval.

The floor opens up.

I cling to the cushions

And wish it would stop.

The neighbors below

won’t like this one bit

I type one last message

As my couch starts to sink

“I love you. Be careful. The floor–

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