This poem broke through my writer's block

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Ode to the Cashmere Sweater

Part One: Answering the doorbell

This sweater covers my skin
And now its on the floor
Worn and weathered, soft within
The sweater that is so much more

Cashmere dreams like silky arms
Carrying me to a warm fire
A fuzzy kitten does no harm
And never fails to inspire

The cat hairs move like bits of string
At frequencies that we cant hear
The kitten hears the doorbell ring
The chime that makes good things appear

I grabbed my gentle garment
And fell into the folds
Preparing with my good intent
For what the future holds

Upon my step a sinister sight caught my view
A stern face with calm and cold command
Like Ozymandius, his gaze could pierce you through and through
It was none other than the package delivery man

To Be Continued…