Pointless exercise

.

I went downstairs in a bungalow

I went upstairs in a flat

I went outside my prison

I trod upon a cat.

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The cat climbed up a tree

The tree grew tall from roots

The roots thrust in the earth

The earth gave up its ghosts.

.

The ghosts were spooking me

The roots had bound the earth

The tree had pierced the sky

Where was the cat?

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It never came back.

.

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TD

2019

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