Black and White

D&D have to wear black clothing where they work. They make comments about wearing black all the time. Everyone there has to wear black, so that they look similair. Hmmmm, I'm not a college graduate, but that sounds like a uniform to me.
Regardless, I find it - I don't know - ironic that I am a white cat and they wear black clothes. Needless to say, my beautiful, pristine 'hair' usually (most always), ends up on their black clothes.
Oh you can hear the grumblings in the morning. And the ripping noise, as sheets are ripped off the lint roller each morning.
And believe you me! I hear about it. DUH! What do D&D expect. Cats shed. I shed. Opposites attract. White fur -------- black clothes. Maybe I should write a poem about it. Yeah! That's the ticket!

Black and White By Keldan

I stretch.
White strands of perfection float upward.
They ride the wind currants - dancing to silent music.
They dance their dance, knowing that the wind ride will end.
They see the darkness.
It calls to them.
'Come dance with me. Come dance on my dark dance floor.'
Like a moth to flame, they lite upon the darkness.
And dance their dance of joy.

"KELDAN! YOU GOT FUR ALL OVER MY WORK CLOTHES"

The End.