Cats
Cats came tumbling all over my head.
Cats are bad ideas.
They were scratching around my hair
And crawling on me.
Then they entered my heart.
I tore it out in a panic,
I'd never been bad in my heart.
I walled it up in my house,
it is still in there somewhere watching I guess.
I can hear it when it moves about.
It is waiting to come out
when I let the cats out of the house.
Copyright © Madeleine Mclaughlin | Year Posted 2016
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