I collect buttons.
Shiny, beautiful buttons.
It's surprising how they pop off, unnoticed, scattering in multiple directions.
Easily forgotten.
They wander along and come to a sudden stop.
Until I pick them up.
Green, Orange, Yellow, Black, Turquoise.
I find them; I give them life.
I turn them into cat toys.
Somehow I've lost my buttons.
I'm not sure what happened.
They must have rolled away
To some obscure corner.
They probably gather dust
Sad and Alone.
I collect buttons.
Now they have gone into the abyss.
My poor, shiny buttons, I do miss.
Tschüss,
Marta Frieda Hart
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