IN THE BACKYARD
In the back yard they speak
Hush! They sleep. Do not ever I do
Not weep for them. No I never speak for
Them. My cats in the backyard are
Tranquil. They are each individually
Unique! Yes they are! And sometimes
Travel far for food. They greet eat
Return satisfied they play fight tumble.
And purr wrestle and pure they are
Delight! The ancients believed them
To be sacred. There they have laid
With the fallen in TOMBS and or
Pyramids sealed! This real I feel!
These felines are primes of nine
Lives Prim pure puuurfeeect EXISTENCE!
Simplistic care for these SACRED
With NO RESISTANCE! They sleep
Now. In the back quiet BEINGS this
EXPERIENCE. They sleep. Huuussh!
In the backyard. Hush huuuussssh.
VBR Black Panther! Val
JET Black Answerer! Big Black CAT
ROARRRR!
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2024
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